He could still hear his father in his head as he sat in his car, replaying the last minutes of their interaction. He still could not believe that his father would do this to him.
After his father's last word, he turned around and left the building fuming, like he was about to explode. He rammed his hand on the steering wheel, hoping to release the tension in his entire body.
"Now, I know what Alex felt in this situation." Lance suddenly remembered his cousin going through the same situation, feeling the frustration bubbling within him.
Then, his phone rang but seeing the name on the screen only angered him more. It was his father again, probably not through with his scheme. He stared at the caller for a few seconds, unable to answer the call.
Suddenly, he smashed the phone on the side of the car, venting his anger on the innocent machine. It had stopped ringing as expected as it shattered into pieces on the floor.
