Nathan didn't move an inch, not even trying to duck or dodge.
Smack! A sharp, bright red handprint bloomed instantly across his pale, sharp-jawed face.
Arthur was seething with rage, his palm stinging from the force of the slap. "What the hell have I been teaching you all these years? How could I have raised a son like you?"
A huge lump wedged itself in Nathan's throat. He couldn't get a single word out for what felt like an eternity.
Every cruel line he'd spat at Jillian came flooding back, unbidden.
"You suspect Nina? What proof do you have?"
"We've been apart for so long, I don't even remember who you are anymore."
"I already looked into her. Why the hell are you still fixated on her?"
"Even if I don't have feelings for you anymore, taking care of you is my responsibility."
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