Triumph Of The Belittled Son-in-law

CHAPTER 135

But all he got from the driver was that he pulled down his window frame of the cab and dropped his hand outside saying, “Sorry about the scratch mister!”

Doctor White’s face was a map of queries and his eyebrows raised in surprise.

Was he not going to come down from his vehicle and talk to him? Did he take it all as a joke that his vehicle was scratched? Did he take him as a comic character so that he would just ignore him and only give him a wave of the hand and a subtle apology?

While Doctor White was still beaming with confusion, the cab driver drove off with a casual air of detachment, the cab slipping through the commotion like a ghost.

That was the height of disregard, Doctor White thought. He could see the person driving the cab - it was a man who was probably in his mind 30s, with tinted hair and broad shoulders but he had no passengers. He felt that it was awkward not to have any passengers especially since the road was quite busy and people were waiting to take cabs.

But th