Dem's Point of View
No. It doesn't even make any f*cking sense!
I looked again at my driver. Sharply into his eyes.
"Tell me, are you making fun of me right now, huh? He? The grandson of that old man? Hah! Is doesn't even make any sense!" I couldn't stop my voice from rising. My brain is in a mess. Wether if I'll believe what he says or not.
I looked again at Alfi who was currently in front of us but I'm sure he can't see us because I'm now in the car while looking at him.
I just hold my own head.
"Ma'am Dem, are you alright--"
"No, of course I'm not!" I shouted at my driver again, causing him to frown even more.
"You must be happy now, don't you? Because you've finally found Mister Christopher's grandson--"
