“Better than being a piece of shit who betrayed his own family,” Teddy shot back without hesitation, not a single flicker of emotion behind the coldness of his tone.
It was evident that the boy was probably simply mimicking what he’d been taught, but it was undeniable even from just looking at him that Teddy was Chance’s son, and not just from the strong physical resemblance.
“I’d rather be a killer than a coward.”
“If that’s the sort of shit you’ve picked up from your father, then you really ought to know that he tried to murder his own mother.”
It was likely Chance had twisted those events in his favor as well, Brittia sure seemed to believe the lie but he didn’t. She could defend their son all she wanted, but he didn’t trust him in the slightest.
“You’re too young to know or understand what happened because of Chance, kid.”
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