"Father!" He called and told his ear in pain.
"Why are you fûcking calling me! Did you wanna slap me back?" Mr. Thompson asked and Tristan shake his head.
"What did I do to deserve this slap from you? Just tell me what I do!" He yelled with tears on his face.
"Why did you choose to disgrace me this way? Where's your wedding ring? Why aren't you putting it on?" Mr. Thompson thundered.
"You slapped me because of wedding ring? Isn't it enough that I get married to that girl because you want me to, aren't you tired of making my life miserable!" He yelled.
"It's not enough, you're doing it for yourself not me, I am doing all this for you..."
"I don't need it, I dont f*****g need it, it's making my life miserable!"Tristan cut in.
"Shut up! I know better than you do, I know what's best
