LUCAS JONES
Driving down the lane carefully but hurriedly as Anthony is just in the car with me. Wayne has finally called me to fetch my wife, but the thing is, I am fetching her at the hospital. What is my wife doing there? I swear if that son of a—... I swear if he did something to her, even if he just pulled a strand of her hair, I am going to f**k him up.
“Daddy, ice cream!” Anthony exclaims as we pass the ice cream shop across the road.
“Not now, Anthony,”
“Daddy, I want ice cream, please,”
“I said not now, Anthony!” I unintentionally lose my temper.
“Daddy,” He squeals and immediately frowns, looking down and cries.
I grunt lowly, regretful. I did not have to lose my temper on him the way I did. He doesn’t even know what is going on, and he just innocently asked me for
