Chapter 229

He stopped by the door, with one of his legs inside. He tried to understand the meaning behind the text, but he could not comprehend it.

He wondered who sent the text, because there was no name attached to it, and the number too, was unknown.

As he tried to think deeper, the voice from the sitting room distracted him from his thoughts.

It was his father.

"Welcome, son."

He looked up at his father. It had been almost a week since he last saw him, and the last time he did, he was not in the right mood.

"Good day," he greeted, wearing his usual expressionless look. He walked in, elegantly, tucking his hands into his pockets.

He found his uncle there, too, and immediately, he knew what was going on.

For his uncle to be there, meant that his father wanted to ask him for something.

"Uncle," he called, taking a seat opposite his father.

"Why did you call me?" He asked, coldly, not giving any room for pleasantries.

Fernando felt hurt. He was his son, but he looked like a stranger to him. He

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