Gerald had already shifted back in his chair, his eyes wide with shock and horror.
Lucas, on the other hand, was practically shaki
"And yet," Raymond said bitterly, "you wonder why I lack respect for you."
He stepped closer to his father.
"If you were me… would you respect you?"
Gerald could not answer.
"A man as filthy as you does not deserve my respect in this lifetime or the next."
Raymond then bent down slightly and whispered something into Gerald's ear that no one else in the room could hear.
Whatever it was, it clearly rattled him.
Gerald's face turned even paler than before.
"That's enough, Raymond."
Grandpa Black's voice cut sharply through the room.
"That is in the past now," he declared firmly.
"Everything that happened was a terrible mistake that I would prefer to remain in the past."
His gaze moved across the room.
"No one in this family is allowed to bring it up again."
His eyes finally settled on Raymond.
"Have I made myself clear?"
