His goal in the first place wasn't to fight; it was to let the young boy vent his anger. Though he was a mess, and truthfully, Leon didn't believe most things said about him, to a very old-fashioned type of father like Winston, Christian was a disappointment.
He never showed interest in the family business. He probably heard the rumors and believed them because it was convenient—they reinforced his belief that his son was useless.
"Are you done?" Leon asked after a while when Christian finally let go.
"What did you say?"
"You guys really are the most confusing bunch, huh? You hate the man yet seek his attention," Leon said as he chuckled, the pain on his face increasing by the second, but he bore it.
Hearing him, Christian immediately swung his fists, and Leon dodged him again but this time simply created a clear distance between them.
"If you want to regain your father's attention, then pay attention to what the self-absorbed man likes… He likes paintings? Collect them. He likes his job? Then join him and learn… He will try to hand over everything to you, after all," Leon said in a tired tone.
He really didn't understand this family one bit, but then again, thinking about it, this was what made them family.
"The time you spent fighting me, you could have used to visit him at the office and at least pretend as though you care about the workings of the company," Leon continued.
"It's enough." A new voice was heard as they all turned to see the eldest Frost sibling stepping out of a car.
"And you, what type of older sister are you? You should be the shield for your siblings, but I have watched you so far, and truthfully, if I were your father, I would be more ashamed of you than of him," Leon continued.
"What did you say?!"
"I've said all I need to say. Just watch your siblings and do for them what your parents can't—you have the capabilities to do that. And you, try to be a good son, change that attitude. And Grace, I'll be back tomorrow."
"Also, have you thought about being a boxer? That jab was good," Leon commented before kicking the boy's bag to him and turning to leave.
As he left while massaging his cheek, all three siblings stood watching him in confusion.
"Emma, you really found yourself a crazy boyfriend, huh?" Adrienne commented with a chuckle.
"What's wrong with you!!" Grace—or rather, Emma—shouted as she immediately attacked her brother.
"Hey, hey, take it easy," Adrienne said as she quickly caught her sister in mid-air.
"Okay, the two of you, inside," she continued before turning to the driver and the security guard who had been watching the entire event unfold.
"Don't mention any of this to my father," Adrienne ordered before joining her siblings inside the house.
While the family went about trying to resolve their issues, Leon could be seen trekking back to the orphanage as he massaged his cheek.
He had checked himself in a nearby reflective surface and had long since confirmed that there weren't really any marks, but somehow, the pain remained intense.
After a while, he simply decided to ignore it, assuming it would heal on its own. Returning to the orphanage, he entered the art room almost immediately, and as expected, the moment he saw his paintings, he immediately felt a weird sense of calm overcome him.
"I should probably hand it over to the trust," Leon thought as he stared at the paintings.
After that, he took a deep breath and immediately brought out a bigger canvas. He had initially planned to hand over the four paintings to Edward for display, but while that would make him some money, it wouldn't give him the money he wanted.
The best method to go about it was to hand them over to his trust fund—something he had created days after he came back from the gallery.
He was of Swiss nationality—at least, that's what the nuns said, and his records confirmed—but then, how did he have Swiss parents when his name was Leon Nunez?
His origin was complicated, but it wasn't something he worried himself over, following Grace's advice.
He understood that the only way for him to make good money with his talent was to auction his paintings. However, to fully ensure that he gained more, a trust fund was needed.
Thankfully, he already had an account with a Swiss bank. All it took was extra steps and convincing to create a trust fund and structure it well.
This meant that he could hand over the three paintings to his trust, and they would monetize and eventually auction them—all without his identity being exposed and also reducing the amount of taxes he had to pay.