Oscar took his anger out on the right ones, that was his thought.
"What happened to you, brother? What were your serious problems so that you rejected them, hem? You actually preferred to relaxed sleep there. And you finally decided to throw your wife and children away after you no longer needed them?"
Dirga was surprised to hear Oscar's curse. He finally knew which bastard Oscar was talking about. But shouldn't Oscar be so mad and resentful of Harry, more than he hated his stepfather?
Harry clenched his fists.
"It was great to hear you could swear at me, Oscar. I knew you were under pressure. But, shouldn't I be the one who should be more depressed than you?"
"Then, let us get count how you look from the photo that my grandma gave. We were so similar! And you were so handsome! So, it's no surprise that Cleo failed to tell us apart."
Oscar snorted. He couldn't take it as a compliment. But in fact, it was a problem.
