Vincent drove home to his villa as he wanted a few days alone, and with a face filled with annoyance, he walked into the house and strolled towards the living room.
He plopped down into the sofa and lay down on it, his face facing the ceiling.
[It means that I have disowned him, and from today onwards, I am no longer his father! Never utter the word "father" in front of me ever again!]
That statement echoed in his mind, and an aggravated look appeared on his face.
"Dammit!" He scoffed in frustration and turned to lie on his side on the couch.
He clenched his hands into a tight fists and tightly shut his eyes.
What was he feeling pain for?
It's not like he ever loved him either as his father, so... why?
He wondered and buried his face under his hair.
