290 The Funeral

Hunter's POV

We were sitting in the front row, and my mom was still sobbing; no matter how I tried to console her, I understood she was grieving.

Lily was wiping her tears, and she kept her voice low that I couldn't even hear; her crying while I could feel the excruciating pain in my heart; as the clergy led the service, I couldn't find Charlotte and my father.

I didn't know if I had to feel worried or relieved that they didn't come at all, and I knew my mom would become more heartbroken if dad did not come.

Parker is my father's only biological son, and I know when we were younger, dad tried his best to show everyone I was his favorite son, especially when we were out in public; he wanted to portray he was the best father in the world without knowing my dad hated every moment he spent with me since I wasn't his own child. 

I pity him since he couldn't make Parker the heir because the company was my mom's inheritance.