Chapter One hundred-twenty three

"Do what? What worse are you going to do? Talk to me Dad, what worse are you going to do? For crying out I am your son, and you don't have what it takes to hurt me," Ethan replied as he covered himself with the duvet.

Mr. Starling smiled, if only he knew he was the one who killed his mother and cut her body into different parts. He wouldn't have said such a thing.

"You are right son. I can't possibly do you any wrong, I can't. But I would love to talk to you about this. Who knows, maybe I might change my mind."

Ethan chuckled, "If that's a joke, you are definitely the best comedian in the world right now. Good night Dad, or better still good morning."

Mr. Starling gulped hard, exhaled, and walked out of Ethan's room. He headed back to his room and laid down on his bed thinking about what Ethan said.

He began to question himself, was he doing it for Fiona's good or his? He also paid attention to what Ethan said about having a marriage where you don't love your partner or spouse. Defini