Arsalan felt foolish for not being able to smack that cocky look on his father's face. They spoke extensively about the issue at hand yet the old man would not cave. The ease and effort Sharou put into denying that there was ever a son or lover that was lost, made him sick to the stomach.
"You sleazy, lying two-faced bastard," Arsalan hung his head low, too ashamed to call this person family.
"You would believe a total stranger over your father?" Sharou argued.
"She was no stranger, and I do not see a father before me," Arsalan's remark broke a nerve.
"Arsalan! Watch your tongue. I made you, and I can unmake you!" Sharou's veins were prominent on his forehead.
"I am not him!" The General kicked the table in front of him at the balcony gates; eyes bloodshot, his teeth grinding like a
