Martin Yates stared at his nephew, his anger mounting. The boy usually wouldn't let out a peep even if you prodded him with sticks, always wearing a sullen face, impervious to reason or sense.
Lately, not only was he talking more, but he was also infuriating.
It must be because he had found his sister; his nature had changed.
"Uncle, mom and dad are bound to find out sooner or later. Do you really want Zoe to be scolded by them?" Tim Payne stated plainly.
"Are you morally blackmailing me?" Martin Yates asked with a stern face.
"You are the elder."
Zoe Bell stood there, stunned.
Normally...
Did they chat like this?
Martin Yates remained silent, then lowered his head and began cleaning his camera.
Tim Payne gave his sister a signal. Zoe quickly shifted her position and handed over the tea, "Uncle, please have some tea."
"Never put yourself at risk," Martin Yates said gravely.
"I was wrong."
"Wait for Wyatt Hale to return to Capital City. Have him come to see me."
