[3rd Person’s POV]
“Don’t wait for me anymore,” Thorne coldly said. He didn’t finish eating all the food that Randy prepared. Wiping his mouth using a table napkin. He rose from sitting on the chair and beamed a forced smile at their son, who was inside the mansion.
Randy sniffled. “T-Thorne, please. I-I’m sorry,” he apologized, even though he’s not at fault. All of a sudden, Randy knelt in front of Thorne. “P-Please. I apologize for what I’ve done to you, Thorne. L-Let’s fix this. Let’s fix us.”
Thorne clicked his tongue. Eyeing Randy with emotionless eyes. He swiftly glanced at their son, who was peeking at the window. He noticed that Randorne’s forehead creased. Thorne sighed and reached for something underneath the table.
“Stand the f**k up now, Randy!” he said through gritted te
