"Are you in such a hurry to push me off the stage?" Oliver Shaw spoke first, his hands resting on the armrests of the executive chair, his eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at his son.
"Dad, the way you say it sounds so unpleasant," Felix Shaw leisurely fiddled with his stock certificate documents, picking them up and putting them back on the desk repeatedly, his seemingly amused expression was quite irritating.
"I'm not trying to push you off the stage. You said you're at the age to hold grandchildren. It's your son's failure, unable to let you enjoy the presence of children and grandchildren around you. However, my stepmom has kind of filled that void. Just as she walked through the door, she got pregnant. Wouldn't it be nice for you to retire early and enjoy family bliss at home with her?"
Felix Shaw kept calling her stepmom, and the irony laden in it was something only he understood. His father pampered that woman so much. If one day he found out...
