Ian knocked on the door to his father's office and entered when he heard a reply.
"Good morning, father," he walked in.
"Good morning, Ian. Are you finally calm now?" Phillip asked.
"I do not know what you are talking about," he shrugged and sat down.
Phillip left his desk to sit beside him on the couch.
"My boy, you must know that I do not agree with the way you treated Iker during dinner last night. He was simply trying to gift you and your lovely wife a wedding present, and you did not take his kind gesture well," Phillip began.
"Did you call me over here to scold me or what?" Ian frowned.
"Far from it, I just want you to know how I feel about your mistreatment of your brother.".
"I will continue to say this, he is not my brother. Besides, you never agree when it comes to him. He is your favourite, the little delicate flower, whose emotions are so fragile and must be accommodated, well, I am not going to accommodate that bastard. Never have, and never will.".
