“Where have you been spending your nights?” his father asked.
“Why are you asking about something that you already know?” Reiner asked in reply.
King’s lips curved into a smirk, and he did not avert his gaze from his son. Reiner saw no reason to justify his actions and decided to remain silent to see what his father truly wanted.
“She’s not your fiancée,” King stated flatly.
“Is that a problem?” Reiner asked bluntly.
The smirk on King’s lips deepened before he started chuckling softly to himself. Reiner wasn’t sure what his father found so amusing about the conversation that they were having but he decided that the less he said, the better it would be. King was hard to read, and he was very unpredictable. Dealing with King had never been easy, and Reiner had figured out that staying passive was the best approach. He decided to simply wait and see.
“Not at all. As long as the child is yours, I couldn’t care less who the mother is,” King replied before grinning at his son.
