Henry swiveled on his feet to see the owner of the voice. He was greeted with the sight of an almost wrinkly man, with hair as white as snow. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of glasses, but his form took up the room. He possessed a charisma that couldn't be ignored. “This is why you haven't been taking your calls, Ben.” He said, sending a hostile look to his son who fidgeted on his feet. It was safe to say that this big man feared his father a lot, and Henry was happy about that. Without much introduction, Henry knew who the man was," Good morning, sir.” He greeted, breaking the unusual silence that filled the room.“ Morning, son. How's my friend doing?” Aubrey's Grandpa inquired, training his gaze on the young lad before him. He saw the striking resemblance between Henry and his late father. Henry, who was taken aback by the question, replied," He's fine” He didn't expect the man to ask about his friend's welfare at a time like this. He was a bit afraid that this man would be
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