It happened before he could blink his eyes. The hot sharp pain running through his cheeks were the evidence that he has just been slapped on the cheek. Jerald turned his head and looked at his father coldly. The man was up from his chair and was fuming.
His face was twisted into a nasty snarl, like he would pounce on Jerald at any moment.
"How dare you oppose me!" His father screamed at him.
Jerald felt saliva on his cheek and wiped it away. He stared his father dead in the eye as he kept shouting.
"After everything I've done for you! Clothing you and providing you with everything you need in high quality, you dare go against me, your own father?!"
That was a funny statement. Naturally, it was the parents duty to take care of their children. His father made it seem like he was doing charity work for him. It made Jerald realise that neither his mother, nor his father considered him as their own child, hence the cold attitude they always show him.
