It was Sunday morning when William received a call from his uncle. He naturally expected a good berating, and maybe some lamenting too… And he knew his uncle would deliver, given the chance.
“How could you ruin everything your father worked for?” He bellowed the moment William picked up.
“I haven’t ruined anything, uncle,” he retorted calmly, while sipping his coffee at leisure.
“You dare talk back to me?!” He sounded beyond furious, and William was almost worried the man would pop a vein or something. “Do you even know what you’ve done?”
“I’m sure you’re going to tell me,” William shot back, his voice still calm — not because he was trying to taunt him, but because he truly was calm.
Why wouldn’t he be? He had settled the matter with the Black family, and no amount of reprimands or l
