Grant clears his throat and fidgets a bit as the tension in the room gets the best of him. He needs to say something to alleviate the awkwardness in the room. It hurts him to hear his son confess his hatred of him. He understands that he is hurting and he needs someone to blame and channel his hatred towards. Trying to keep the victim title is not going to do anyone any good even though he is innocent and a victim just as much as Derrik is. He wishes he could just take the blame so Derrik could lash out at him and feel better but he can’t take the blame not when he has been robbed of many fatherhood years.
“Does Liana know how you feel?” He mutters as he paces away to pour himself a strong drink. He gulps it down quickly and bangs the empty glass. “No! I have never told anyone how I feel
