"Wynter is carrying my grandchild…" uttered Hideyoshi.
Keith scowled at him.
"I swear if you try to do the same thing you did to me, I will--" he didn't even get to finish what was going to say when his father cut him off.
"Damare," Hideyoshi was now also sporting a similar dark expression as he-- "I'm not even saying anything and yet you're threatening me."
Keith gritted his teeth, his fists clenching from rearing his anger back. There was a short silence between them and the tension in the air was palpable. Yukio tried his best to zone them out but failed.
He doesn't try at this point and just gradually makes himself a witness.
"I will only say this once, father," Keith enunciated. His dark eyes meet the same ones with all seriousness-- "My child won't be like me."
"Ohh?"
Hideyoshi was a little lost. What does he mean by that?
Sure enough, Keith answered it for him.
