"Hello…father?" Xander's tone was laced with mockery.
Mr. Wallace felt like he was going to pee his pants. The urge was already there, but the only thing holding it back was the sheer embarrassment of losing control in front of everyone.
"X-Xander," he stuttered, his gaze darting to Xavier. "X-Xavier."
He wanted to believe his eyes were deceiving him, but that was impossible. Both of his sons stood before him, glaring with unwavering hostility.
"L-look, I don't know what Xavier told you, but he's lying! He was the one who murdered Arabella, not me!" His voice wavered, desperate. "I'm your father, for goodness' sake! How could you think I would do such a thing? I might be a terrible father, but I would never kill someone you hold dear!"
There was a heavy silence that seemed to choke Mr. Wallace.
Neither Xavier nor Xander spoke. Their expressions remained cold, unreadable.
