"I don't think I need to tell you about who my father is," the man responded. His lips turned up with a sneer of mockery.
That young man then took his cap off so that Emir could see his handsome face clearly; he possessed gray eyes like Beiza and short thick curly hair with bangs covering his forehead. Emir found no similarity between him and the man in front of him; his complexion resembles his mother.
Emir cleared his throat, trying to calm his heart facing the young man's arrogance. It took more patience dialing with a pompous man like him.
"Alright; I will ask no more about your father. But, I have to know where your mother is."
"Why do you want to know?
"Just tell me where she is."
"Do you think I will let you hurt her again after you abandoned her twenty years ago?"
Emir s
