The house was very beautiful and welcoming, It felt like home. We were having drinks while waiting for the help to set the table, but Four was not having it. Every second he breath the same air as his father he was getting more angry. I really wanted to know what’s going on but I wish he would just shut it and not say anything, I just know whatever it is, the dinner won't go well.
The maid called us for dinner and I was getting more nervous. I don't want them to fight, his father is the only person he has a blood relation with that is still intact. He has just cut all ties with his mother and I don't want it to be the same with his father.
We were eating in silence, no one dared to open their mouth. Four’s aura was affecting everyone.
"Why didn’t you tell me you had a son?" Four broke
