Chapter 703: Alien without a heart
Since Atlas’s presence in the hospital only aggravated Stephen, Charles and Atlas chose to leave. Driving home with Atlas in the driver’s seat and Charles in the front passenger seat, silence enveloped the two.
Charles glanced at his son, who hadn’t said a word since they left. "Don’t listen to that old fart. He was problematic during my time, and he’s still problematic now that he’s old and living off maintenance."
Still, Atlas didn’t speak a word.
"Son," Charles sighed, a little worried about his eldest. "It’s not your fault. You did what you did to protect the family and the company."
Charles pressed his lips into a thin line, assessing Atlas’s unchanging side profile. All this time, Charles had completely stopped meddling in family and company affairs. The moment Atlas took a seat on the board, Charles purposely let everything go.
He did this not because he wanted to get away from work. Charles chose to turn a blind eye to everything he heard about the company or the family because he didn’t want to undermine his son’s credibility.
He didn’t want Atlas to live under the shadow of his father. He wanted others to see Atlas as his own man, not just as Charles’s son. The only reason he came here tonight was that he knew Stephen, and what had happened was a special case.
"I’m not worried about that," Atlas spoke after a prolonged silence, keeping his attention on the road. "I don’t blame myself for what Sven did. Even if Uncle Stephen blames me, it only falls on deaf ears."
Charles’s face twitched a little as he listened to his heartless son. "Haha... why was I worried?" he grumbled. "I forgot that my eldest has much bigger problems than being accused of pushing someone to the edge."
That was Atlas’s lack of sympathy for others—or rather, his insensitivity to people’s feelings as long as his logic made sense.