Father

Stanley was very confused at the moment. He couldn't think how the man in front of him could ever be his father.

He knew not much about his father, and didn't care to learn about him. As far as it mattered for him, his father might as well have never existed.

Still, based on what he knew about his father, this man could not have been one at all. In the first place, had his father not died before he was 30 years old?

Stanley didn't have much time to think before his attention was pulled away by the man in front of him.

"Where is he? Let me see my son!" the man shouted.

"Go away!" Yelena shouted, her voice quivering in fear. "I won't let you touch him."

"You little bitch! Just because you had a pretty face, I showed some interest," he said. "Do you think I ever cared for you? I could kill you now and I wouldn't feel anything."

"I will call the Defendants!" Yelena shouted. "They are right behind here."