"Jijica!"
"You're out of your mind, I am your father!"
Hunda roared angrily.
Jijica furrowed her brows, her hands tugging at her sari in front of her abdomen, and said discontentedly, "Father, Denash is your grandson after all. He only hit you by accident, why must you press him so aggressively?"
"Cough! Cough cough!"
"Cough cough cough!"
At this moment, Hunda's face turned red with rage, as he kept coughing violently.
Fresh beads of blood oozed from the recently healed wound on his back.
His spine felt like it was splitting open!
"You! You!"
"After all, Tenash is your grandson, can't you just bear with it a bit? The wound has mostly healed now, hasn't it?"
"You! You! You you you!"
Hunda was unable to contain his fury, his body trembling, his arms shaking as he pointed at Jijica and bellowed at the top of his lungs.
Pfft!
Hunda violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, finally clearing the air.
"I have no daughter like you!"
"Just you wait!"
