"No, you are completely misunderstanding." Riddle raised his eyebrows slightly, a trace of impatience in his tone as he interrupted old Tom. "I never said I came here to avenge her. I know she's no good, and you're no saint either... but your existence is like an eyesore, a constant reminder of my wretched origin, and that is something I can never endure."
Riddle chuckled softly, embracing old Tom like a child, and slowly lifted his chin. "Look at me, Father. I have inherited all your flaws to perfection—ruthless, selfish... It's time your eyes were opened."
With that, Riddle abruptly pushed old Tom away. Like a cunning cat, he gazed playfully at the dying rat making its final struggle.
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