ANOTHER NOTCH OF HIS CRUELTY

"So, please tell us your relation to the Silvanos, Mr Anold!" The reporter asks the so-called Mr Anold Morris.

"As I said, my name is Anold Morris. I am the brother of Agnes Silvano! The only relative of the deceased."

Shoot!

I slum to the seat, my brain and body refusing to believe that statement. Every single nerve in me is battling with all the mighty to thwart that sentiment of him being my what, as in, my uncle? Freaking hell, NO! That can't be!

This is another one of his lies, right?

"I have decided to turn to the media today because my heart can no longer abide this burden of grief anymore."

Ooh, give me a fucking break? Does he know what the word grief means? And burden? If he doesn't have a heart or a conscience, how can he be burned?

He then continues, his ugly eyes being so stern on the screen. Not even the continuously blinding glints of the cameras can terrorize them. He is well set for his goal which seems so vague to me.

"More to my grief is the load of a letdown from t