The resounding slap that hit his face made a strong impact that twisted his face in the opposite direction and broke the corner of his mouth, blood oozed from it but he did not bother to wipe it off nor did he bother to answer his father's questions.
"What the fvck were you thinking? You know that I wanted you to follow in my footsteps. It's why I'm doing my fvcking best to lick those bastards behind! And yet you!!!" He raised his hand and hit his son again. This time he got the side of his head.
"I never said I wanted to follow in your footsteps." He said with a sneer.
"You ungrateful bastard!" He grabbed the nameplate on his desk and was about to smash it on his head when his wife rushed towards him, screaming like a banshee.
"Stop! Stop! What do you think you're doing to your son!"
She positioned herself in between her husband and son. He was holding her husband's hand, taking away the glass nameplate from his son.
