Harvey Cheney had thought that Kevin Everett, if only to save face, would at least reprimand Jayce a little.
But to his surprise, the moment Kevin Everett opened his mouth, he was actually praising Jayce!
Harvey Cheney's expression twisted and soured, as if he were badly constipated. "Kevin Everett, is this how you raise your son?"
Kevin Everett raised an eyebrow, looking at Harvey Cheney in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean? What about how I'm raising my son? Besides, how I raise him has nothing to do with you. If you have so much free time, you'd be better off teaching your own son not to bark like a stray."
Harvey Cheney's face turned livid with rage, his chest heaving.
He couldn't win when comparing sons, and now he was losing at trading barbs, too.
It was infuriating!
Jayce savored the ugly expressions on the father and son's faces for a moment before quickly looking away.
He didn't have time to waste on their nonsense right now.
