Marco slammed his fist into the nearest wall wincing heavily from the impact.

His face was extremely cold, he was really angry and panicking within.

No… this can’t be true.

Maybe Leila was only saying this to provoke him.

He turned to face Leila who was seated on the couch, swirling the drink in her hand without a care.

“Leila, don't joke around with me on this, are you sure you really saw my father with a woman?”

Leila nodded, taking a sip from her drink making Marco's eyes twitch in irritation.

“Yes, I saw him entering an ice cream shop with the lady in his arms.”

Marco grunted loudly...