Hearing Scott's words, Bale clenched his buttocks subconsciously, his gaze sweeping over the oddly-shaped pink kettle with a mix of terror and anger.
Thinking back to their encounters over the last few days, he had consumed a fair amount of alcohol. If he had foolishly followed Sophia in a moment of weakness...
It wouldn't just be a severe consequence, but the problem that followed would be very severe.
Better to be the one stirring shit than to be used by others as a shit-stirrer!
Bale's chest heaved violently, as if it could explode any minute.
"Martin Davis!" he seethed with hatred, "you fucking inhuman bastard!"
Scott, thinking about his own daughters, said, "He's a scumbag that even hell wouldn't accept!"
Bale felt that Scott was telling the truth, and asked, "Why are you telling me all this?"
Scott, with his leg askew, walked a few steps and said, "See me? This is the severe consequence of being with Sophia!" He spoke only the truth, "Guess how Sophia got to know me?"
