"Kevin Cliff, you no longer have the right to step foot in here, so what gives you the authority to call the shots?" Zeal Cliff said, unable to stand it any longer.
Unaffected, Kevin Cliff continued eating his breakfast with effortless grace, but his silence created an even greater presence, oppressing everyone to the point where they didn't dare to breathe too heavily.
"Kevin Cliff, you didn't even show up at my father's funeral; I thought you had forgotten that you're a Cliff. How can you still have the nerve to claim you're the master of the Cliff Family!" Charles Cliff scoffed.
Kevin Cliff paused in cutting his breakfast, "He wasn't even worthy of my incense at his grave."
"Hmph! If that's the case, why did you come back?!" Zeal Cliff burst out indignantly.
"Don't put on the act of a devoted son, you and I both know the truth very well," Kevin Cliff said, smiling as he looked towards Charles Cliff and Zeal Cliff.
