"Stinky dad! Bad dad! How dare you to scold mom!" the boy began shouting his face becoming red with anger.
"We didn't do anything wrong, Mom is in right!
It's that useless security guard's fault for parking such an expensive car on the street, and that's why I scratched it!
It's all his fault, it's all the fault of that stinky security guard!"
The child's voice carried across the crowd sharp and defiant refusing to admit that he is wrong and didn't have any self realisation at all, as he repeated his accusation again and again.
Hearing his son talking to him like that Rajan couldn't help but roared:
"You brat!"
"Say that again and I'll make sure you will definitely regret it!" His words came out harsh and unrestrained fully filled with the kind of fury that only a father at his breaking point could unleash.
But the boy instead of backing down began to making long faces and screamed louder and louder,
"Fuck you! You're such a useless dad! You don't protect us at all.
