When Enji came home, the last thing he expected was to find out his wife had gone insane and attacked their youngest. Enji’s favourite son.

The son he was training to succeed him.

So when he watched the woman poor boiling water on the half of his son’s face that looked like Enji, he felt nothing but anger.

He stomped forwards, ripping the kettle from her hands and pushing her backwards. What the hell is wrong with you, woman?!” He shouted in seething fury.

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Soon after, he called a mental hospital to come and take her away. Now he stood at the doorway to their house, watching her get hauled away in a truck.

“I’m sending her away.” He said before Shoto could ask. “Because she hurt my masterpiece.”