Paul's phone pierced the air with its abrupt ring, demanding attention. Without hesitation, Paul took a step forward and answered the call with a stern.
"Yes."
As the connection solidified, Ron's enraged voice erupted from the other end, "Bastard, what did you do to my father?"
"Relax!"
Paul retorted, his tone firm, a touch of indifference in his voice. He casually touched his ear as if brushing off the accusations.
"I didn't kill your father. Your father, on the other hand, killed my mother."
Paul said in casual way. It seemed he did not even care of what happened to his mother.
"Put a stop to it. I am quite familiar with my father. You were the one who put him in jail," Ron shot back, his words laced with a mix of anger and accusation.
Paul grinned, a sarcastic enjoyment lurking behind his laughter at Ron's charges.
