Deceived

The only sounds that could be heard were that of silver wares clashing with one another as breakfast was consumed that morning.

Robert Willams, and his family, could be seen eating. He was the first to conclude his meal, and as one of the maids who stood at a corner came to pack his dirty dishes, he spoke.

“I do hope you know indecency won't be allowed at dinner today, Tony.” Robert's voice was stern as hell, and disgust was laced thinly in it.

It always has and shall forever be, whenever he spoke to his son; one he was so very much ashamed to call his own, Tony.

The brown-eyed male who shockingly was the sole man in the Williams lineage that doesn't possess green eyes paused in his meals and gazed at his father.

As always, Robert's eyes portrayed unending disappointment in him, and Tony gulped down emptiness.

“I… I do Father."

“He isn't worried about you — that mannerless being you call a girlfriend. Caution her on her dressing.” Valentine added rashly as she glared at him.

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