"Father, when have I ever been wrong about someone's character?" Iker smiled proudly.
He had a discernment— if you would call it that— There was a certain feeling he had when he met certain people. Right from that moment he could tell if they were good, bad, wicked or evil; with Angelica, he did not feel any ill motives.
Phillip paused to ponder slowly. He knew that if there was someone he could trust with knowing people's intentions, it would be, Iker. He had that gift, and not once had it failed him.
"Alright, fine, I will not argue with that," Phillip said.
Iker laughed, somehow his father seemed to be in an even more sour mood.
"Ian has given me a few days to get used to her and give her her rightful respect and title as his wife," he sighed.
"I agree with him, no husband would like it if his father mistreated his wife and did not respect her rightly," Iker nodded.
"It is just so hard for me... I do not trust her, I do not trust her family...".
