Chapter One-Hundred-Four

Staring coldly at everyone’s faces in the living room, Mr. Stony clutched his fist and harshly inquired, “Who is Charles Barlow?”

“Is there a problem?” Charles asked as he glared at Mr. Stony.

“Are you him?”

“Yes,”

In shock, the rest of the family watched as Mr. Stony charged at Charles, grabbed him by the neck, and body-slammed him to the floor.

“What is wrong with you?” William shouted as he watched Mr. Stony’s fist slammed into his son’s left cheek.

Then he tried to rush over to them, but Mr. Stony's bodyguards shot him a warning look, causing William to stop in his tracks.

With tears in her eyes, William’s wife clutched onto his arm and cried, “Honey, do something.”

But he was too much of a coward to do anything, and his feet felt frozen to the floor as he watched as his son got beat up.

“You are the punk that my wif