“What the hell is he doing here?” he asked sternly while looking at his father. I saw the muscles in his jaw twitch in anger when he looked at him. His cold blue eyes moved from his father and settled on me. There was an accusing glint in his eyes. I felt like the air was pumped out of my lungs when he looked at me like that. The anger and hatred he had for his father were visible in every bit of almost right movement of his body. He hates him more than anything in this world.
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