Dad? Do You Hate Me?

Jefford was already in the same car as John Lewis. The boy was still trying to keep ignoring the man beside him, and he hugged his bag very tightly, staring out the window.

John Lewis, the man didn't talk much either. He continued to drive the car. He also became a little awkward with his son's very indifferent attitude to him.

John had stopped the car and parked in a fast-food restaurant yard. A large restaurant with its 24-hour logo, plastered on a billboard in the parking lot.

"Why are we here?" Finally, Jefford's voice was heard.

"I'm a little hungry. I think if I want to eat something. Do you want to come? Mmm..., Even if you don't come, it's fine, maybe you'd prefer to wait in the car."

John turned his head away, and he quickly got out of his car. He did it on purpose so that Jefford also moved to get out of the car. And just as John suspected, the boy immediately opened the car door.

"WAIT!! I'll come with you."