Ashley picked up his spoon and started to eat without answering his father.
"The only thing that family did wrong was to hire me 20 years old," Charles said and chuckled sadly, "I made a mistake Ashley, and I don't regret it, at least your mother got to stay alive a little longer to take care of you and Joseph didn't die because of them, he was sick, don't put it on them,"
"But!" Ashley's spoon slapped the table, as his fingers closed into a fist, "But, everything started going wrong when you went to prison and it was because of them, I lived all my life, visiting you at the prison yard, Joseph died, feeling depressed and Mother followed after," He quickly looked away, biting his lips and forcing in the tears in his eyes.
"Take," Charles passed him his handkerchief.
"Don't worry," Ashley declined and turned to his food, stuffing a big chunk of rice in his mouth.
"Your nose is running, clean it," He offered his handkerchief again.