Chapter 29

Did she think she could humiliate my uncle in public just because my uncle stuttered? I steadied myself and said firmly, "Ma'am, since the situation has been clarified, don't you owe us an apology?" The woman, who was about to leave, turned back in surprise and glared at me. "An apology? What for?" Her arrogant tone made it seem like we were the ones causing trouble. I pulled my uncle protectively to my side and reiterated, "You must apologize to my uncle." The woman rolled up her sleeves, about to retort. But before she could say a word, a voice cut in. "Mom, what's going on here?" That voice sounded familiar. I looked toward the voice and saw a Maybach parked by the roadside. Both Bruce and Cindy stood by the car. Bruce was holding two bottles of Mateus, looking like a nervous son-in-law visiting for the first time. Suddenly, I realized why the place had seemed so familiar when I first saw my uncle at work. Cindy lived here as well. Clearly, the middle-aged woman was Cindy's