Ethan's eyes kept looking at him as he laid quietly in his bed, inside the privacy of his private room, drinking his favorite whiskey.
Gerald could not believe the audacity of that man to tell him that he was his father, remembering looking into his eyes as he explained his connection to his father and mother.
His fist had balled, ready to punch him, wanting so much to beat the crap out of him. But for the first time in his life, he could not move as he looked into those eyes. It mirrored his. It was as if he was looking at himself.
"Then, why hesitate? You should have shot him?" Because you knew he might be. His mind debated inside his head as he stared at the white ceiling.
He shook his head, denying the lie that came out of his enemy's lips. He should not trust him. His father had warned him that he might pull something as ridiculous as this to make him believe in his deception.
