Chapter 42: A Trash Father, A Trash Mother and so A Trash Me

The ride was silent but it was something that Clark wished to have. But the silence was soon disturbed when he heard his name being called.

“Clark”

Anton then started

“Yes? Uncle?”

“I heard what happened. To Ashton and Miguel. Thank you for helping them back then”

Not knowing what he was pertaining to, Clark thought that maybe it was when he was dragged by Miguel to perform a ‘Harana’ in the house of Laurent’s.

“I did not help much, Uncle”

“Still, I am thankful for what you did. Thanks to you, my sons seem to be doing much better”

There was a small smile on his lips. Somehow, Clark could not help but wonder if all of the Montediore have such fathers as his Uncle Anton and Uncle Julius.

‘But maybe my father is an exemption’

Arriving at the mansion, Clark headed inside as he once again bid farewell to his Uncle Anton. But even if they just sat for a small while, there was something he confirmed.

“Thank you for the ride, Uncle. Have a good evening”

‘He smells like a gunpowder’