Exile

"Also, you mean plotting and beating my son? His a way to get your revenge against my family?"

Christopher finally couldn't take it anymore as he raised his hand and swung it across Tim's face, amid Tim speaking and shouting.

Tim only saw his father's hand, incoming and before he could utter any more word or react, he felt his left ear ripple with a force that sent him spiraling several feet on the ground.

But Christopher felt it still wasn't enough to teach the little runt of his, a lesson. He was still itching to slap Tim to death.

However, the arrival of Christy by his side stopped him from going any further.

"It is okay dear, this is already enough to make him think about his actions. Going any further will only harm him. At this point we can only guide him on the right path" Even though Christopher was angry, hearing her calm voice seemed to restrain all his anger.