Bryan stomped into the house angrily as he unbuttoned his suit and threw the jacket on the sofa, anger was evident on his face and it didn't go unnoticed by his father who had a glass of brandy in between his fingers and he even looked relaxed for a man whose son was in a dilemma.
Ruffling his hair, Bryan picked up the bottle of wine near his father and gulped it in one go. He couldn't stop feeling frustrated no matter how hard he tried
"Why does it seem like your wife prefers zeke over you?"Elder Whyte asked after a while, he also gulped the wine he was holding but his eyes did not leave his son even for a moment.
"Don't worry dad, I will handle it" he replied, he didn't want to tell his father the truth because he knew what he would do. He just had to low-key settle the issue
