The fact that he looked at me with such an innocent but deadly face was irritating.
Sometimes I try hard to deny it, but curse our damn resemblance in behaviourism.
Both of us possessed the same twisted mindset, so of course, it was pretty obvious that he was thinking of something bizarre in that head of his.
Otherwise, I have no idea why he seems to be interfering with my life.
"Well, you know what, I'm not so sure myself, why don't you take a guess."
I tell him as I relax in the armchair.
Father looks at me and smiles.
He draws near to the table, resting his elbows on it, and his chin on his fingers.
Within a few seconds, his smile turned cold, revealing his true form, the man I know, who wouldn't care less about what we do and yet still find a way to interfere.
"Does it have something to do with the man who was screaming on over the phone?"
Ah!
So he did know.
