Every morning after getting up and freshening up, Benjamin would always come to check on his son first.
Mark shot his father a glance, his little face dark with displeasure.
Benjamin noticed at once and looked a bit puzzled. He had been angry last night, but he was still upset this morning?
“Still mad?” Benjamin’s gentle gaze fell on his son’s unhappy face, his voice low and calm.
Mark’s expression remained stern as he muttered, “You bullied Amanda. Her voice is all hoarse.”
Benjamin’s eyes flickered, and he leaned back lazily. “So that’s what you’re mad about? I apologized to her last night. She forgave me.”
“What exactly happened?” Mark was still unwilling to forgive his father.
A man hitting a woman—it was just plain a***e of power.
So Benjamin recounted the events of last night
