"Enough already! Stop it and go back to your room!" Seeing his wife speaking without restraint in front of their son, Oliver Shaw stood up from the sofa, walked over, grabbed his wife's arm, and marched towards the staircase.
Although Melody Zachary resisted, she half-heartedly followed her husband up the stairs, the petite woman being led away as if she were a little chick in Oliver's grasp.
Watching his parents' retreating figures, Felix Shaw's face darkened progressively.
Just as his mother said, he was a man and understood the thoughts of men. His father wasn't too old, just over fifty, and his mother was only fifty—an age that should be full of vigor. But his mother said, his father... didn't touch her.
He also worked at the company. Even though it was tiring, it wasn't to the point of not wanting to do anything. Besides, mental labor didn't require physical effort, and proper exercise could even relieve stress.
