"You are not my son. You can never be my son," Mr Scott said in anger before he could stop himself.
"Dad, what did you just say?" Aiden asked.
The call came to an abrupt end. Aiden stared at the phone screen and dialled his father's number again but he didn't answer. He understood his father was angry about something but to say, he was not his father is not just an anger statement. Aiden changed his clothes and exited the bedroom. He headed for the front door and grabbed the key cars. He drove in the middle of the night to the family house. It was fifteen minutes past 8 when he arrived. He parked the car and went inside. One of the servants welcomed him and led him to the living room. Aiden found Mrs Scott reading a magazine in the living room.
"Good evening, Mum," Aiden greeted
