Victor's POV
My feet were still stuck on the ground when I heard those words. I wanted to doubt my spirit, to convince myself that it was not Hale, but he is the only child I have, and the only one who has the right to call me by that name.
But what could he be doing in a place like this?
“Dad, don't tell me you patronize these people too! What about your little pet at home?”
Those words didn't need any filter for me to know that it was indeed Hale.
I took a deep breath, swallowing my pride and facing my son, who I was sure would not hesitate to mock me.
“Hale? What are you doing here?” I asked him, trying to assert control, just as I always had.
But Hale began to laugh.
“We met each other in a brothel, and you’re asking me what I came here to do? Am I not supposed to be the one as
