The Guy In The Wall

"Who's that?" asked Arthur, pointing at the luxurious protrait of a guy with dark hair and round shaped head like an egg whose clothes were old fashined. A red lining sticked out of his inflated shirt.
"This is, my young boy, Leonard Breverty." answered Adam – Arthur's father.
"Why do you have his picture?" he asked, looking closely at the photo.
"It was drawn by his wife – Alberta," explained Adam. "He was one of our ancestors."
"How do you know?"
"So my dad told me."
"And how does he know?"
"His own dad told him."
"And how does his dad know?"
"He has died. I don't know."
"How do you know he's dead?"
"Stop asking questions," said Adam angrily. "He is the grandpa of your grandpa of your grandpa and so he will stay, is that clear?"
"Yes daddy."
"Great. Now go to do homework."
"I have already done them."
"So go to play with your toys, anything, I'm busy."
"But I want to know…"
"I'm working, darling, don't hinder me."
Arthur just gazed at his father, trying to analyse his face.
There was a silence for a while but then Adam realized he is being gazed.
"What now?!"
"I'm just looking at you."
"So look at something else."
"I don't want to."
"Arthur Vincent Miller, you will obey my commands."
"Yes, commander."
"This is how I like it," agreed Adam.
Arthur opened some drawers.
"Is that our family tree?" he asked.
"STOP RUMMAGE IN MY DRAWERS," he yelled. He looked at his son with a red look.
"Here is Leonard Breverty" said Arthur – as if he never heard his dad.
"But hey, they spell it in the picture differently," he continued.
"What?" asked Adam impatiently.
"In the family tree it's written "Leonard Breventy" mombled Arthur.
"What do you mean? gimme that," said Adam and abducted the paper.
"Woh… you're right… I guess it is a mistake… And I could've sworn he is from our family…" muttered Adam.