The Masked Son-In-Law

Chapter Forty-one

Natalie shrugs her shoulder and falls into the sofa with a concerned look covering her face. Her features were cowering out.

"Please don't tell me we're going to live in the street as bummers." Wayne clicked her tongue.

Ric sat on the sofa his ankle crossing his knees and his finger tapping his chin at the most unpredictable event in their life.

"We should at least appeal," Francis suggests dropping the file on the desk and stepping towards Mrs Debbie.

Mrs Debbie had her hand wrapped around her chin with an unusual look.

"What kind of appeal do you suggest?" Ric said adjusting himself in the seat and setting his heart to Dylan mouthing. "Getting rid of the useless son-in-law, what is the need of keeping a vegetable."

Dylan looked Ric up with a smirk. "What is with the sneer, keep your head down."

"All of you shut up!" Mr Bush clasped his hand on the table adjoining every.

Dylan looked at the floor so that they didn't notice him, he hide the fact that he is lying about his whereabouts