"Yes, Mom. I sure don't want to end up like this man," Henry said. "An idiot who can't differentiate between right and wrong. A father who killed his son, and a husband who betrayed his wife."
Marlon was angry when he was mocked by his son, whom he took to his house because of pity. He pointed at Henry and yelled, "You son of a bitch! You should be grateful that I took you in! You and your whore mother would live in the street if not because of my kindness!"
"Is it your kindness or Dahlia's?" Henry sneered. "I knew that you wanted to kick me out because you see me as a sin that you need to bury. It was her kindness that forced you to accept me, Marlon."
"YOU—!!"
"Let him be, son," Dahlia interrupted. Her words were like cold water poured on his head.
"D—Dahlia, please—"
