*Matthew's POV*
I watched as Trinity left the room, wondering if she actually had to use the bathroom or if she was upset and didn't want to show it.
If I didn't have Michael on my lap, I would have followed after her, just to be safe.
Instead, I focused my attention back on my parents. Specifically, my father.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked, glad that Michael was too young to start repeating words.
"Matthew," my mother tried to interject, but all of my attention was on my father.
"It's an honest concern, Matthew," my father said with a shrug. "It's just smart business. I don't know why you always have to take everything so personally and act with emotion."
My rage was pushing closer to the edge with every word he uttered. Even Michael wasn't enough to calm me down at this point.
"Well, I don't know why you always have to be such a dick," I answered in response.