Chapter 65

If only anger could be measured on a scale, Archie's anger would surpass any sum. He steps down from the cab and marches angrily inside the compound, forgetting to bid the cab driver fair well.

Darkness has already covered the sky, only the hazy light emerging from the night stars makes the night seem a bit bright.

Archie puffs out air and strides towards the door. He couldn't believe he spent the rest of his day working on some fills. Can his principal ever stop giving him work to do?

He remembers that his father is to blame, why would he tell his principal to detain him, the fact that his father forget about his birthday isn't the problem but the fact that he made him work for the principal on his birthday.

He clamps his teeth together and twists the doorknob, he yearns to find his father and give him an earful. Stepping inside the dark living room that is as silent as the graveyard. He make to switch on the light but someone beat him to do it.

“Happy birthday, Son!” Mr Gordon's che