Chapter 64

Joxan scoffed and crossed his arms. "Seriously, are you even his dad? You don’t even know what your own son likes. Some father you are." Daimon couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed by Joxan's remark. The kid’s sharp tongue was unexpected, and it caught him off guard. He felt a pang of guilt but quickly masked it with a stern look. Why did this little brat always find ways to put him on the spot? He was just a kid, but his words hit harder than most adults’. Trying to change the subject, Daimon cleared his throat and asked casually, "By the way, back at the airport... Did you do it on purpose?" Joxan froze for a moment, but then quickly put on a clueless expression. "What are you talking about? I have no idea what you mean." His eyes darted away, and before Daimon could push further, Joxan pointed at a toy on the shelf. "Oh, look! That one’s cool!" Without waiting for a response, he bolted toward the toy aisle, clearly trying to dodge the conversation. Daimon watched him go, shak