Chapter 15

Nethean got off work and head home, he stride into the mansion and start to head to his room, when his uncle called out to him. "Nethean." He gulped nervously and exhaled, then turn to meet his gaze. He stayed quiet and said nothing waiting for him to utter a word, but instead he kept throwing him a deadly glare. "You called for me." He finally spoke, took a few stride and halt in front of his uncle.

"Do you now come home whenever you feel like? Who gave you the validity to do that? Who said you could do as you wish? He yelled and yank the glass of juice he was holding to the floor, breaking it into pieces. Nethean shuddered but didn't move an inch from him. "He has a part time job he does that's why he's home late." His aunt defended him, he looked around and saw her coming from the kitchen with broom in her hands.

"Is that the lie's he has been feeding you, is that what he told you to believe him?" She stood up from the floor, after picking up the shattered glasses.

"You and I