Just when Natalie was deciding whether to return to the bathroom and emerge only after the man left, she heard some heavy footsteps from the stairs. It was immediately followed by a deep masculine voice. “What’s the racket about?”
“Sir, you are awake?” Mrs. Wilson looked at him in shock.
Natalie shared the same expression as her, but the surprise in her eyes soon turned to disapproval.
His fever has not subsided yet. What is he doing here?
“Mommy, Mr. Shane is here,” Connor said to Natalie while pointing at Shane.
Natalie put down his hand. “Mommy knows that. Don’t point at people.”
“Oh, okay.” Connor nodded without saying anything else.
Shane glanced at them and nodded in acknowledgment. While supporting himself with the railing, he walked down the stairs slowly. Then, with Mrs. Wilson’s help, he stood before the middle-aged man.
The moment Shane appeared, the man lost all his arrogance and brashness that he displayed in front of Mrs. Wilson. In fact, his haughtiness was replaced with a sense of fear.
It was obvious that he was afraid of Shane.
“Oh, Shane, you are finally here.” The middle-aged man rubbed his hands together and smiled at Shane.
With his face void of expression, Shane stared at him. “Uncle Thompson, how may I help you?”
Uncle Thompson?
Natalie raised her eyebrows when she heard the way Shane addressed him and scrutinized the man curiously. He was short and stout, with a balding head and a huge beer belly. Apart from that, his features were somewhat similar to Sean’s.
It was hard for her to believe that this was actually Sean’s father.
“You see, Shane, I heard that you have a plot of land in the countryside…”
“You want that piece of land?” Shane narrowed his eyes.
Sam nodded eagerly. “Yes, I did not touch Dad’s cemetery plot because you told me not to. However, since you are not using this plot of land anyway, why don’t you sell it to me?”
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