Valentine waved his hand as though dismissing him and went right back to eating.
Ryan's eyes twitched in pure anger. "You—"
"Father, please tell him to leave me alone." Valentine rolled his eyes. "Your wife dying has nothing to do with me, mon dieu! She was not my wife, but yours, so mourn her alone. If anyone here wants to join you in mourning, they are free to do so. As for me…" He raised his head, meeting Ryan's gaze. "… I don't give a fuck!"
He smirked.
This caused Ryan's stomach to twist in rage. His eyes flickered rapidly, and his trembling hands instinctively moved, gripping Valentine by the collar of his shirt and pulling him up from the chair.
"YOU ASSHOLE!! What did you say again? Repeat it!!" He sent his balled fist to punch Valentine, but his momentum was halted by someone who grabbed his wrist.
Slowly, Ryan turned his head, only for his eyes to meet with Draven's orbs behind the transparent glasses he was wearing.
