"Brat, are you fucking cursing me?"
As soon as William finished speaking, Charle shouted. William closed his eyes and almost covered his ears exaggeratedly.
There was even an echo in the room that did not dissipate for a long time.
William frowned. It was only after the voice had ceased that he slowly opened his mouth to speak.
"I didn't mean to curse you. It's because you seemed..."
William didn't want to embarrass his father, so he swallowed the words "to make arrangements after the funeral".
He could not be blamed for letting his imagination run wild.
Charle often scolded him and never said a good word to him over the phone. Charle was as arrogant as ever on the phone.
Wasn't it the case when they had dinner last time?