“Heyy? Hello, Mister??” Timothy rushed up to Conan the moment he saw him. “You again.” He brightened up his face this time around as he looked at Conan. “What were you trying to prove by tracking me down to my house yesterday? Are you sick or something?” He cursed as he gave Conan a dirty glare.
Conan remained quiet as he stared at Timothy.
“Will you just stand there and look at me?” Timothy scowled as he frowned. “At least, say something.” He growled.
“It was nice meeting your old man. Guess I was mistaking you for someone else. My bad. My apologies.” Conan apologized as he looked at Timothy as he wore a broad and effortless smile.
He turned to walk away but was abruptly stopped by Timothy. “I know who you are.” He snapped as he looked at Conan whose eyes went wide for a while before
