|Lazaro Eon|
"Are you not going to visit, father?"
I halted on my attempt to stand from my seat. I placed my one hand on the table, gradually balling it into a fist. My gaze then darted to the man who was on the table next to mine. Our gazes met.
"Why would I visit him?" I said, my voice was laced with loathe and disgust. His forehead creased at my response.
"You still hate him, huh?" he said further. His face was imbued with solemn and critical expression. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist.
"I do not hate him, Lucas--"
"Then why can't you visit him?" he interjected before I could even finish my sentence. A playful smirk wounded my lips.
"Why? Do I need to visit him to let him know I do not hate him?" I said nonchalantly.
He was rendered speechless upon hearing that. I to
