"What are we talking about?" Oliver Shaw took a drag of his cigarette, lifted his eyes, and glanced sideways at his son. He had to admit, Felix Shaw had completely inherited his father's genes. Despite being over fifty, the man still had a strong and youthful body with not a hint of a belly; his face bore only a trace of fine lines at the corners of his eyes, showing no other signs of aging.
Although he was a few years older than his mother, if the two stood together, anyone would think they were siblings.
Felix took another drag of his cigarette and exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke. In the sofa, the two similarly looking men sat side by side, facing each other with slightly squinted eyes and similarly stern expressions.
"Dad, Mom says you have a woman on the side. Whether it's true or not, I hope you can cut it off. Leaving aside this family, for me and Mia's future, you shouldn't have any ties with that woman."
