"Blake! It's too much. He is my uncle. You had to obey him, at least you have heard what he wanted to talk to you. What the hell is your problem, huh?" I asked, pulling my hair out of frustrations.

"I don't want to talk with him." He clenched his jaw, his fist was so tight as he would break the table in one bash, the vein in his neck popped out angrily.

"Then don't talk to me either." I walked past him. Is he a human or a robot? No feelings, no emotions and no value for other's ...