"Five." He guessed.
"No Jason, you are wrong. She was six years old at that time because she is seated right here with you. And no matter how well you try to hide from mentioning my father's name, I have already figured out and will not be against you, neither will I be your enemy." She sputtered amicably, stroking the pointer finger of her right hand on his lap, looking directly into his eyes.
"I'm sorry for not being precise, but I hate him so much and want to kill him myself!" He sputtered angrily. She could see the hate in his eyes.
"That's a lot of rage in there, Jason. You are never going to achieve your dreams if you have so much rage in your heart, even if you hate him so much, but come on!" She exclaimed but tried to be friendly, placing the palm of her right hand on his che
