Can we talk in peace?

Darcy’s shamelessness didn’t end there. He kicked his son whom he had been sticking to like plaster since knowing he was his and Grace’s son.

“Dad, how shameless can you be?” Marcus twisted his lips in disdain.

“What face?? If I can be with your mother, what face? I wouldn’t even care about my life.” Darcy retorted before closing the door.

Marcus knew the door wouldn’t open and wondered if he should go downstairs and trouble his little uncle. All of sudden he didn’t want to behave as any other normal young man would… he wanted to make up for all the years of neglect he was owed.

However even before he could head downstairs Night Wing escorted him to his room “Don’t even think about throwing a tantrum with your little uncle. Your little aunt needs to rest.”

“Why is my life miserable?” Marcus feigned a wronged expression although he was feeling extremely happy. “I would have gone back with Miles if I knew my parents were so heartless.”

Night Wing rolled his eyes as he walked out.