His long leg shot out, kicking Frank Mitchell to the ground.
"I'll say it again: I am not your father, and you have no connection to me whatsoever."
James Shannon wanted to hold Frank Mitchell accountable for matters concerning Thomas Shannon. However, Frank Mitchell remained stunned for a long moment before suddenly bursting into laughter.
His laughter was deep, carrying a sinister eeriness.
"Retribution! James Shannon, your retribution has come! Your most treasured son, Thomas Shannon, is going to die! Since you won't go down to be buried with my mother, the son shall pay the father's debt. Having Thomas Shannon buried with her is just the same!"
Thomas Shannon's expression turned grim. He averted his gaze and turned to walk out. "He's all yours."
"Yes, Mister!"
Frank Mitchell watched Thomas Shannon's retreating figure, then smashed his fist violently onto the ground. "James Shannon, may you die a horrible death!"
"Shut up!"
