"Father, why talk outside? Let's just talk here. I also want to be fed by my wife. Iā"
"Since when did you become so spoiled, Grey?" interrupted Wilson with a cold stare. Grey squeezed his blanket silently. He seemed to be adding to the problem. "Don't be spoiled. Remember what your status is. I just want to talk to your wife. Is that okay?"
"N-not like that, Father. However, I'm just spoiled with my wife. To talk, why not in front of us?"
"I just want to be alone." Wilson looked at Athena, then grabbed her wrist, making her startled and scared. "Come with me," he commanded, then led her away from there.
"Father!"
"Sir!"
Ocean hurriedly held Grey who was about to get off the bed to catch up. Ocean shook his head. "Sir, don't. Mr. Wilson looks angry now. If you catch up, you could make him even angrier," Ocean said, advising.
"What then? Let's just leave her with my father?" asked Grey. Grey looked panicked.
