How Did I End Up Inheriting All That Crap When There Was Nothing to Inherit

Chapter 95

Plod, plod.

I walked down the hall toward my father's office.

My steps were as heavy as lead.

Standing before the office's thick wooden door, I felt my breath catch in my throat.

Creak.

I cautiously turned the knob and stepped into the office.

Hunched up and shrinking my shoulders like a guilty man.

To put it bluntly, yes, the trouble I caused today was huge, but in the end hadn't I basically played the perfect fixer, crushing the church's subversives and restoring the prestige of the Imperial Family and the Academy?

So normally, I could have strutted over to the sofa, planted both feet on the table with a bang, and lifted my chin proudly...