Donal, confronted by the father. Robinson.

Donal POV.

“My son, I would have been here yesterday if I had the chance, but nonetheless, I'm here today.” Robinson muttered.

He has come of age, but his brain is intact. Still strong and energetic. With his grey hair wrestling for dominance against the black hair.

“You are welcome, Father.” I let out. “Please have a seat.” Imagination ran through my mind. I wondered, why did my father choose to pay me a spontaneous visit? This ...