"What? Are you about to end me too? If that's what you're going to do, just get it over with already. Unlike Richardo, I already saw this coming." Marcel glared at him with blazing intensity. He was not going to show an ounce of fear, Daniel derived joy from it. He refuses to give him the satisfaction.
But to his surprise, Daniel burst into laughter instead. He laughed so hard that tears slipped from his eyes and was unable to explain his mirth, stopping only when his stomach began to hurt.
"Really?" He gave Marcel a long look, his gaze branding him as stupid, "You think that I would kill my own son? Even my brother died in the hands of my uncle, not fallen by my own weapon. Do give me a little credit, Marcel."
"As if," Marcel growled, unable to believe it. His father was evil, a monster. There was no way he was sparing him, not after what he did to him.
