"My father...?" The young man raised his brows with an expression of nonchalance, tapping on the chair rhythmically.
Overall, he seemed like a different person from the one Luke thought he had raised.
Richard looked like someone who had just heard a joke, as shown by the smile on his face and the demeaning look in his eyes. "And you think someone like you has the right to call yourself a father? On what basis?"
Not used to being talked back to, especially by this son of his, Luke's expression turned ferocious and he snarled unkindly. "On the basis that I raised you." He sneered and raised his voice. "How can you be so ungrateful?!" He shook his head like he found the whole thing absurd, pointing his finger at Richard's nose. "You are nothing but an ungrateful bastard. Is this how you're going to repay me?"
"Oh? How do you want me to repay you, then?" Richard asked softly, his brows raised.
