"Oh hush now," Mrs Harlow waved her hand, she looked at her son after placing the expensive-looking clutch on the table. She then said to him, "Let him be, the more drunk he is, the more calm he is. Do you want him to make a fuss on my birthday? Goodness gracious."
"Calm? More like drugged," Aaron stated under his breath, but he had to admit that his mother was indeed correct. His father was rather tamed when he was drunk, however, if he was asked to not touch the alcohol, he would cause a lot of trouble because of the withdrawal.
"W…What are you speaking about me?" Mr Harlow questioned as if he sensed everyone was talking about him. He swept a glance at the table and picked up the glass of wine, before pointing at everyone. He rumbled, "I am your father, you are not my father. Don't act smart with me, huh," he licked his lips before drowning the wine in one gulp.
