Chapter 587

Giles spoke slowly, each word weighted with meaning. "Your father..." With a heavy sigh, all he could muster was choked, "I'm sorry."

Helplessly watching Wesley down one drink after another, Giles suddenly snatched the glass from his hand and pleaded, "Stop drinking!"

Wesley snapped, "What's it to you? Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?"

"But you do have my blood in you. I've always said,