Chapter Eighteen- The Family Meeting

"Hi dad! How're you doing?" I greeted, as soon as he entered the living room.

Dad looked so bizarre. His grey hairs and wrinkled face made him look like he was far into his seventies, whereas he was just in his late fifties. His looks resembled those of my grandpa, when he was alive.

He kept silent, moving his gaze at me. His eyes were filled with great contempt, as he sat down on a sofa opposite to the one mum and I sat. It was so deadly the way he looked at me. I was compelled to keep my eyes off him, and my mouth shut too. Besides, what else would I have said?

"Johnson, what's wrong with you?" It was mum, this time.

"Nothing, Liya. I'm alright." He replied.

"So, why don't you want to talk to Ben?"

"He doesn't worth it."

'What?! What did he just say?'

I covered my mouth with my palms and gasped for air. Gulping down, I cast a stare at mum to see her reaction.

"Why, Johnson? He's our son, our only son," Mum pleaded, on my behalf.

"Yeah, he's our shameless son! Had he listened to me