Nicol was instantly on high alert when he saw his father, whom he was estranged with, suddenly approached him. He looked directly at the crimson red eyes that were seeing right through him, and he couldn't help but shiver, not due to rain but to the cold feeling that crept into his heart. That was the same blank eyes that looked at him without any compassion that a father should have for his son.
The eyes that looked at him like he was the weakest trash.
The look that he hated the most.
It's been a while since he had seen that.
However, the unpleasant feeling was still the same.
While the rain was drenching him, he felt as if something inside his chest was starting to warm up. Because of it, his shivers vanished. Nicol stood up straighter; his posture was confident.
