"The ties of blood can never be cut," The old man replied without much of an expression. Dressed in a black armani suit and with his hair combed back neatly, showing off his good features that didn't much abate with his wrinkled skin, the man walked with great pride and calmness as if Cat's father wasn't then so tensed up in front of him. "But if I don't want to acknowledge our son and father relationship, I don't give much of a damn. But things with me and that girl of yours is different and you cannot stop me from getting close to her,"
"You don't have the right!" Cat's father exclaimed through his lungs, almost wanting to grope the man only if he wasn't his father. "She was mine and mine alone!"
