Chapter 1730

As Scarface finished, he paused for a long while before stammering, "D-Dad."

"Good boy."

Scarface wheeled on Madfist right then, only to find the geezer lounging on the couch, beaming so broadly that his wrinkles were smoothing out.

"Tch." Scarface clicked his tongue. "My father was a right bastard, gambling and getting into fights. He even killed my mother and sold me off for money to buy a couple of beers. You'd better not behave the same." "Sure." Madfist nodded cheerfully.

"Hmph."

Scarface snorted but said nothing else.

Hence, they both sat in silence until Frank entered and sat on the couch between them.

"What? Why aren't either of you talking?" he asked, just as the waitress arrived with a fruit platter.

She appeared confused to see Frank. "You're..."

"Oh, you see..."

paused before throwing out an excuse. "We're a family of three

"Huh?"

as she glanced between Scarface and Madfist,

pointed between them right then, nonchalantly explaining, "Well, see... I'm his son, and he's his wife... Wait, I

"What?!"

the waitress and Scarface exclaimed at the same time, and the waitress was clasping a hand over her mouth as she glanced between Scarface and Madfist. "I-Isn't he his son? And don't they both come from a farming village?"

was left

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waved off the waitress. "Why

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waitress was finally gone Frank

and Madfist in be

father

feeling too ashamed to look anyone in the eye as he remembered the weird look that the waitress

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