Author's point of view...
Jonathan was burning in anger. His mind blocked as he saw Nathan's smug look. He walked forward and dragged Ericka away in a swift move. Ericka didn't see it coming and stumbled on the floor.
Her knee hit the ground and a sharp pain shot through her body. Before she could even grasp what had happened and compose herself, a loud thud jolted her up.
Jonathan just kicked Nathan's wheelchair with his foot. The chair hit the wall so hard that the impact caused Nathan to fall on floor. His forehead hit the ground so hard that a tear instantly appeared on his forehead and blood started dripping down.
Nathan's bodyguards and Mike yanked to help him up but Nathan gestured for them to stop.
Jonathan didn't mind his son's injury at all. He gritted, his eyes filled with hatred. He raised his leg again to hit Nathan another time.
Ericka was scared, stunned out of her wits. For a moment she didn't understand what exactly was going on. How could a father be so
