75 : Bertelli

It's been a few days since Bertelli had been sent back home on a plane, he had recovered fully, his hand was already treated before he even came back.

He walked into the garden, to where his father was seated with a cigarette in between his lips. His father was seated on a chair in the garden under a shade with a magazine in his hand. Immediately Bertelli got to where his father was, he dropped the cigarette he was smoking on the ashtray placed on the table in between them.

He cleared his throat, "So are we going to ignore this father, since I came back, we have never for once talked about this before, anytime you notice that I am about to bring it up, you always find an excuse to leave my presence or you just leave like that.

"Talk about what, Bertelli? I don't see anything to talk about and I am pretty sure that I haven't been avoiding anything" his father replied, not taking his eyes off the magazine in his hand.

"You barely even look at me Dad, what do you mean when you say th
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