Chapter 232. Man

"Did I touch a sensitive nerve?"

Priyank jolted back. "I don't have...a...fa..." The word was ready to slip from his tongue, but he wouldn't let it happen. Not even in his dreams would he ever utter it. “Don't relate that bastard with me.”

That man was just a sperm donor who left his own wife and child for his mistress. A man like that could never truly be a husband or father. 

In Priyank's memories, he never was one, and he never would be - and Priyank would make sure it stayed that way. With every breath, he held onto that resolve, refusing to let it slip.

"You can't talk about your own father, and my friend, like this," Aman declared in a pissed voice, as if he were going to kill Priyank with his eyes alone.

Priyank neither flinched nor said anything. He hated this topic, and he didn't know why this man was so worked up if he was a friend of that bastard man. Then he could go to him. Why was he here like a coward, trying to suck up to Priyank?