Tainted By Others

“It was on my way.”

Oh! Then, how come he knew they weren’t home?

Of course, Sylvia didn’t ask that and went along with what he had to say. Maybe he had to leave house for a reason or someone just told him.

“Why am I seeing the old bastard here? I must be drunk.”

Hearing Blake say that made Sylvia’s expression collapse. The smile on her face stiffen. As for Liam, he had no change shown on his face.

Blake then grabbed on to Sylvia’s arm and pouted at her before saying, “Boss, let’s get away from there. I hate this old bastard! I don’t want to see his face. It disgusts me.”

Those are some strong words used.

Sylvia’s eyes shifted between Blake and his father. Why did it feel as though the two of them were used to such interactions? Nonetheless, albeit funny, it was awkward for her.

And Blake was also calling her boss.

“Stand up properly and let go of her, Blake,” commanded Liam.

“Boss, can you hear that? It’s as though a mosquito is buzzing. Let’s leave.”

“Blake, are you forgetting? I am