---- my last life. "Dad, someone pretended to be your son," I said. "He even blackmailed and bullied me." The second I finished, Dad's face darkened with fury. He picked up his phone to call my university's president, but I grabbed his hand. "Dad, I want to handle this myself. I was the one who begged you to support him financially, so that we could attend the same university. Now that I've seen him for who he really is, I want to end this myself." Dad let out a frustrated sigh. "I told you back then. That pretty face of his means no good, but you wouldn't listen. Look what happened now." I frowned. "Are you helping or not?" "T'll do anything you tell me to,"" Dad answered. Albert cared more about his reputation than anything else. Over the years, thanks to Dad's name, the university had polished his image quite well. As I had never exposed him, even the president thought he ---- was the true heir to the Roosevelt family. He had gotten too comfortable that he forgot he was nothing but a broke kid living off Dad's support. Well, I was going to burst his bubble now. "T'll start by exposing him for the fraud he is," I said. "Then, we'll cut off every last cent of support."