Tim's House

He waited for her to answer but she could not. He grinned in pleasure at her sudden loss of eloquence.

“Even with four million pounds sterling, she can't do anything meaningful with her life,” he said.

“Does she have two fathers? Is it the one who was chatting that was poisoned?” He asked himself and turned off his device.

He walked to his room to take a nap. After changing to simple wear, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes, but his phone's ringtone would not allow ...