Vincent couldn’t fight the helplessness rising inside of him. ‘I know I did wrong Jules, but you should at least listen to me. I am your father after all! At least give me a chance!” He pleaded and begged. But Jules just stared at him with disgust and contempt in his eyes.
“You don’t deserve a second of our lives,” he finished. His hands were shaking, but his eyes were dry now—furious and clear. “You think we owe you something because your blood runs in our veins? No, Vincent. Blood isn’t what makes you a father. Choices do.”