Michael
The minutes pass and my father remains silent, watching me with severity, distrust, and also analyzing every movement of my face, searching for something.
His elegant, arrogant, and powerful demeanor intimidates me slightly. I maintain my posture and keep my gaze steady on him, I won't falter, not this time.
"What do you want?" he asks after a long sigh.
"Don't lie to me, Michael. This is your only chance to explain everything to me, and maybe then, I can support you and let you be part of our life," he takes a deep breath again.
"I'm tired of your nonsense, the wrong path you're on, your bitterness. I've tried to help you countless times and endured your disdain every single time. So this is the last olive branch I offer you," a lump in my throat grows with every word he says
