The atmosphere in the interrogation room grew tense. Callum returned to his chair, his feet raised arrogantly. He had already guessed what his father wanted to talk about regarding Cliff and his refusal to admit his mistakes. That was why Callum had refused to visit the police station in the first place.
Callum raised his head haughtily, folding his arms. "What exactly do you want to talk about?"
"I know all this time you felt like you were treated unfairly because we cared more about Cliff than you."
"Then what does that have to do with me? It's no use just talking now!"
"You should understand this situation. You're an adult, Callum. We don't need to explain it to you, but you should know that we care more about Cliff because he's your older brother."
Callum smacked his lips in annoyance as he looked away. "I still won't accept your nonsense excuse. Because you indirectly killed my mother!"
