Chapter Thirty-Five II

"Relax." Teddy tapped his shoulder. "He'll be here soon. He's the son of Venedict, expect that like his father, he likes to be late as well," he said then he remove his hand on Bonifacio's shoulder to get a glass of vodka martini to the waiter that passed by them with a tray of martinis in his hand.

"Vincent is my son. Not Venedict's," Venedict corrected his friend before he take a sip of his brandy.

"Woah, that's a strong one," Teddy blurted before he put down his glass. "Sorry, my bad." He paused to lick his upper lip before he speak again, "Anyways, I want to ask you asking. But before that, let me just be clear on this one. I'm asking this because you're my friend and I don't want you to fight over something which could just lead to disappointment and embarrassment. You know what I mean right?"

Bonifacio nodded. "Yeah, continue."

"How sure are you that Vincent is really your son? What I mean is, that Vincent's mother is married to Venedict and even though she cheated, it does