A SLAP TO CHANGE HIS MIND

Stefan pov.

I stared at Ben in astonishment as I tried to reason well to his question before answering, so that I won't give myself out and give the press a pleasure or space for criticism. I was in-between, I was thinking that my father must have told him to ask that question because the conflict between my father and me was not so obvious, so nobody must have given him a clue and I had no befitting answer for him.

My friends stood up to their feet, ready to show themselves to the cameras and to tell Ben to fuck off, but they were stopped by the watch guards at the door, who were just there to make sure that everything was intact. They were made to sit down back unwillingly.

But as always, Ralph was there to stop the shits, he stepped forward with a frown on his face, "I think your question is too personal, try asking one that has nothing to do with his father."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I will keep that in check." Ben said and Ralph nodded before stepping back to his previous position.

I glan