The Agent's Priority

C43

Matthew's POV

"Why won't you eat, son?"

Glancing at the food infront of me served by expensive looking blue chinas and oval shaped platters

A whole buttered chicken

Chicken Alfredo

Something like butter and corn soup...

And many many more

"I-I'm not hungry" I said gently still couldn't fully grasp him claiming to be my father and he's still the leader who planned my abduction and a threat to the Anderson's

Me included, but he needed not to know about that part not when I could get killed by this man who kept calling me his 'son'

Hell I was surprised and creeped out when he kept telling me about how he had finally found me, how I was now back to my real family and away from the conniving Anderson's

I didn't bother to voice my confusion and to add to my stupidity I almost blurt out the truth before realizing that this man is insane with very dangerous looking people watching our every move, some even narrowed their eyes at me in suspiscion and disgust when he caught me looking around trying to be descreet on planning my escape

"Son? Matthew..?"

"Are you really my father?" I heard myself ask weakly

What the fuck Matt!?

Mentally cursing myself I gnaw on my bottom lip anxiously and stare at the white table cloth on the dining table instead of his dull and empty eyes burning holes into the side of my face

"How much genius could you get Matt?"

I heard Tim's taunting voice echoing through my mind and a glimpse of something from my past when I was barely 7 or 8 years old or so whilst cleaning up in the messed up kitchen area with the younger version of my brother

I wonder if he's alri—

"—I understand that this might be very confusing Matthew."

I snap my eyes on his distress looking face as he stare off into space with furrowed eyebrows

"Considering how much they must've fed you with lies and crap, that man Anthony" he tsked his face scrunching up in anger glaring coldly looking murderous that made me gulp inaudibly in fear whilst tensing in my seat "that embicile is not your father Matthew, I am. Your mother Louissa and I are your true parents and not those bastards"

He made his cold and fury filled eyes contact with me a way to prove his point but I just managed to frown at the mention of my mother's name

"I don't even know you... How—" I hesitated before continuing "How can I believe all what your saying was true considering that you kidnapped me against my will and-and you're telling me that you're my father—"

An earthshattering bang was heard and I jumped sky high, with goosebumps marring my arms and the back of my neck in fright as the line of food infront of me rattled and some fancy wine glasses fell stainubg the white tablecloth and some fell down the cold floor breaking it into pieces

I was very tempted to scramble away from my chair and this murderous looking raging man but I was afraid to anger him more if possible than he is now so I remained sitting as stiff as a board with trembling hands on my lap, and heart hammering against my chest warning me for an asthma attack or worse heart attack

"I-I—"

"I told you that bastard isn't your father!" He yelled glaring at my terrified widened eyes fiercely his gritted teeth showing like a rabid animal "I am your father! The fruit of Louissa and I's love is you. There for you are my son!" He yelled slamming his hand loudly on the table once more