“Wh–What are you doing?” Ravina screamed and ran toward Jason. But Marcel glared at her, signaling her to stay at her place as if he wanted to tell her that the situation would become even worse if she moved even an inch.
“Shawn, I see you don’t care about any of your sons,” Marcel smirked. He gazed at shaking Jason.
“Wh—What do you want to do with him?” Shawn’s heart trembled. Dominik only shot Jason, but if Marcel were to take action, one could lose more than their life.
Marcel ignored Shawn and fixed his gaze on Jason. He asked, “Son of a b***h, which hand did you use to hand the golf stick to your father?”
“N–no, Dad, save me. He is going to kill me,” Jason screamed for help while being in pain and fear.
“Your dad better pray for his life before thinking of yours. He should have
