At this moment, Tom's face was already very ugly.
He rubbed his hands and moved a few steps in front of Reynold. Then he said with a pleading smile, "Father, we are just friends. Besides, I intend to work hard after the new year."
This kind of rhetoric made Reynold sneer. "You? Working hard? If you have any brains, just think about it, how many days have you not gone to the company since you were injured?"
Tom's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but quibble. "Oh, that... I need some time to recover!"
When the voice fell, Reynold slapped his cheek pretty hard.
"Don't make up excuses! It's your leg that hurts, not your brain! Can't you check those documents at home? But you brought a woman to a villa and enjoyed the hot springs instead! You're almost 30 years old and you haven't done anything, don't you feel ashamed?"
Tom staggered a few steps before he could stabilize his figure.
