Slap!
Arthur's hand flew across Tristan's cheek the moment he spotted him. Tristan held his cheek, looking confused. His father had requested him, only to greet him with physical abuse.
"What did I do to deserve this, Father?" Tristan asked calmly, though he was boiling inwardly.
"You seriously asked me that question?" Arthur yelled. "Tristan, if I had a gun, I'd shoot you right now, shoot you countless times because I am very embarrassed!" He yelled painfully and threw a magazine toward him.
Tristan slowly took his hand from his face and picked up the magazine. He opened it and began going through it.
"When you're done, tell me what you observed!" Arthur demanded.
Tasha, who had just come back from work, hastened her steps toward Arthur. She had heard his scolding voice from outside
