She looked down at her phone and the coldness in her eyes thickened at the sight of the number. But the next second, she picked it up.
"Uncle Claude."
The greeting was dry, emotionless.
She had used to find Claude the kindest and think of him as her real father.
But now...
Uncle Claude had become nothing but an ordinary salutation. Even the two words had become the nastiest.
She had never seen an uncle like him.
Claude opened his mouth, "Gloria, are you still at work? Have I disturbed you?"
Claude was hypocritical as he had always been, as if everything was still the same. Maybe that was how he had always done it to make her feel closer to him! Gloria felt her heart was broken and dripping blood. He had started to set her father up since the first night he had spent at her house. F
