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I Disown You

Gerald suddenly burst into hot tears and for a moment, Daven thought he was a weak ass man. However, Gerald’s tears were just manipulative, igniting sympathy from everyone.

And while Daven hovered over Gerald, he looked dangerous, breathing heavily and unharmed while Gerald was the swollen one.

Blackman looked at Daven, heavily disappointed. He thought he had found a worthy student, but the student turned out to be trash.

“It’s time you get him out of here, Doctor Blackman! What do you think a poor boy like him will do here?” The doctors started to point fingers at Daven.

“Quick! Someone get Gerald out of his grasp!”

Immediately, some doctors rushed forward, dragging Daven away from Gerald. Blackman helped Gerald up, while the crying man laid on his father’s shoulders.

Though Blackman wasn't proud of the way his son was acting, he still had to blame Daven.

“I am disappointed, Daven.” He shook his head. “And I demand an explanation. Why would you lay your hands on a person? Have you no courtesy!”

Daven sneered inwardly, wanting to lash out at Blackman to take the mole out of his eyes first. His son was a bully! But he kept cool.

“I do have the courtesy, Doctor Blackman. But my courtesy is not reserved for bullies like Gerald!” Daven declared.

“What?” Blackman was taken aback by Daven’s words. “Gerald is the bloodied one here! Not the bully! Aren’t you going to apologize?” He snapped.

“I haven’t done anything wrong.” Daven shrugged. “I just had my pound of flesh, after all, Gerald harmed me first.”

“He ran me over just a few days ago and I was lucky enough to be alive! I couldn't keep calm when he came after me, trying to bully me again.”

“You wouldn't want a weak student like that, right?” Daven’s question was directed at Blackman who was already shaking in anger.

The other doctors were angry on Blackman’s behalf too.

“You…” A doctor pointed at Daven. “How dare you! You are just a poor brat! Gerald was brought up in wealth and he has core values, unlike you who was raised from the scraps of the earth!”

“You dare to talk back even after being caught? Poor people are really brazen!”

“Doctor Blackman, do something!” They urged.

Blackman looked at Daven, even though the young man was so confident and he liked that, it didn't mean he could tolerate rotten values. Alas, he realized his son was better, even though he had no interest in becoming a doctor.

“You are no longer my student, Daven. And–”

“Don’t conclude yet, teacher Blackman.” Daven cut him off with a respectful gaze.

“You…” Blackman pointed a shaky finger at Daven, wondering why the brat was still so brazen.

“I understand that the odds are against me, but what if I have evidence to prove my claims?” Daven asked.

“Evidence?” That word rang in Gerald’s mind and he straightened up a little.

“What evidence do you have?” Blackman probed. “Evidence that my son tried to kill you?”

“Yes, teacher Blackman.” Daven nodded. “If I do have evidence, will you punish Gerald for his actions?”

“Father, don’t listen to him–”

“Shh…” Blackman cut Gerald off with a raise of his hand. He stared intently at Daven, “If you do have evidence, then my son will be punished. But if you don’t…your punishment won’t be lenient either.”

“I agree,” Daven replied without blinking.

His confidence ticked Blackman the wrong way and though he was banking on the thought that his son was an upright man, it didn't seem so anymore with the way Gerald was jittery behind him.

“Show me the evidence.” He demanded.

“As you wish…” Daven’s gaze shot at Gerald as he dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out his phone.

He tapped on it and Gerald’s voice started to play, resounding in the restroom.

“Don’t fucking play with me, fishtail! I got rid of you then, I thought you were going to die from my car hitting your smelly body. But it turns out you have some will to live within you, don’t you?…”

Gerald’s eyes widened in shock and before the recording played further, he rushed forward and slapped the phone out of Daven’s hand.

“You fucking bastard! Turn that off!” He screamed, forgetting that his father was there.

When he turned around to see his father looking at him in shock, he realized what he had just done. Curse words were one of the things his father hated the most and he had always acted like a good boy until this moment.

It was all Daven’s fault.

“Father—”

“I think his confession and actions are all the evidence you need, teacher.” Daven grinned. “Now, it’s up to you. I don’t think–”

Before Daven could finish speaking, Blackman stormed toward his son and sent a slap straight to his face.

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Gerald’s face got more swollen and he couldn't open his eyes. However, the tears streaming down his face were visible.

He got down on his knees quickly, “Father, please listen to me–”

“How dare you! How dare you embarrass me this way!” Blackman thundered. The doctors behind him had gone quiet in shock and he didn't even have the face to face them.

“I’m sorry, father….”

“Never! I am no longer your father, Gerald. A true son of mine would never harbor such wickedness in his heart.”

“I disown you today, Gerald! You are no longer my son and I will hand you over to the police immediately.”

Gerald was frozen by his father’s words, never expecting him to go that far.

Blackman couldn't stay there anymore, he rushed out, alongside the doctors in embarrassment leaving Daven and Gerald.

“Do you know how it feels to be helpless now?” Daven grinned evilly.