Uncle's return (1)

Vincent was sleeping when a phone call woke him up. To be honest, for many years, he didn't sleep very much at night. He could only sleep during the day or after midnight. At other times, as long as he closed his eyes, he would see the scene of him leaving that year. Now that he had recalled what had happened back then again, it was as if it had just happened yesterday. He didn't forget the pains, those wounds, that hatred, and his reluctance. From a certain point of view, he was sorry for his mother and sister. Most of the time, he felt guilty. After all, he had not done many things that he should have done. He longed for freedom, and hatred for David and Isabella, but even if he was angry, he did not lose his mind. The matter had nothing to do with his sister and his mother. He had been away for so many years, so he was very irresponsible. He was ashamed and didn't want to face them, but there were not many opportunities for him to make up for it The phone rang. It was a call from th