"Now then, now that that's dealt with, what the hell do you think you're doing here? And after I told you everything yesterday? Did you think I would appreciate this? If I knew this was going to happen either way, I would have taken Andrew somewhere else, and I would have hired my own security." Mr. Beckett went white at Maxwell's words, and Andrew felt bad. He wasn't a bad guy, he just cared about his son.
Maybe not in the best way, but hey, he was trying. That was better than his father.
"Max-" an angry glare was shot in his direction and he sniffed, lifting his glasses to wipe his tears. "Sorry, Angel, don't be too harsh on him. He was just looking out for you." Maxwell's glare was directed at everyone in the room currently. It only softened on Andrew because his eyes were red from crying.
"How can you say that? He made you cry." He protested, and Andrew let out a wet laugh.
