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"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 looks like someone that had heard a joke, said from the smile on his face and the demeaning look in his eyes. "And you think someone like you had the right to call yourself a father? On what basis?"
Not used to being talk back to, Luke's expression turned ferocious. "On the basis that I raised you." He sneered and raise his voice. "How can you be so ungrateful?!" He shook his head like he found the whole thing absurd. "You are not but an ungrateful bastard, is this how you are going to repay me?"
"Oh? How do you want me to repay you then?" Richard asked, his brows raised.
Luke raised his chin loftily, having discovered that the soft approach wouldn't work on this son of his anymore, he needed to be fierce against him.