Chapter ten

Seven thirty o'clock in the morning, Basil and Irish were taking their breakfast in the table. Subsequently witnessing how ruthless Basil the pregnant woman, the goose bumps never made her sleep last night. If he doesn't feel conscience, she is the one who felt it for him. He killed two lives and it's unjustifiable.

Basil cleared his throat after noticing her silence, "Is there a problem?" he asked.

"What is your problem?" she throws the question back to him.

"I had a lot of problems, love. I don't want you to be involved," he said mildly.

"I saw you yesterday. Yo-you killed a pregnant woman and she is not the one you killed, also the innocent child she is baring!"

Basil stopped. "You don't know anything. Don't start a conversation as if you know everything."

"You think you know what you're doing when you lost out of control?" she questioned him.

He glared at him. "What do you care anyway? Why are you acting like you care about me?"

Irish stopped for a second of moment giving