Me? wondered Davin, looking at him cautiously.
âIsnât she just some doctor? Is she really worth your concern?â
Some doctor? Sheâs my Mommy! Juan retorted inwardly, and rolled his eyes.
âUncle, arenât you the least bit curious about what daddy will do to her?â
Davin remembered that the woman had actually dared to tell Mr. Seet off. She was courageous, for certain. However⦠Saying such a thing to Evan? She was surely asking for trouble! Teaching her a lesson would have been the right thing to do!
âActually, this has nothing to do with me, and your dad wouldnât want me to pry either,â answered Davin.
âUncle, youâre the best uncle in the world, so you should help me! Please? Please?â Juan pleaded.
Davin could not resist his coquettish nephew at all.
âFine! Damn it all, Iâll help you!â
âThank you Uncle Davin!â With that, Juan went back to the bedroom to inform Kyle of the good news.
Kyle was surprised, and asked, âBut why did you ask him to help?â
âRight now, heâs the only one who can help us. We canât tell anyone of this. If youâd gone out to find her, the maids would have certainly told your Daddy. Heâll restrict your freedom and itâll be bad,â explained Juan. His analysis of the situation made sense.
Upon hearing this, Kyle stopped himself from arguing further. His face, however, still wore a mask of displeasure.
Juan did not mind in the least. After all, Kyle had a poker face, just like Daddy!
After half an hour, they heard some urgent knocking at the door, as if something had happened. Hurriedly, Juan hid in the closet while Kyle answered the door.
âWhy are you here?â asked Kyle.
Davin frowned. Was it so strange that he was at the door? After all, it was Kyle who had asked him for help!
âKyle, Iâm not happy with this tone of yours. Iâm not happy with that look on your face either! Why are you looking at me as if Iâm your enemy? Iâm merely doing you a favor!â Davin tried to reason with Kyle, solemnly.
Kyle met his words with impatience, saying, âWell, speak up!â
Damn, what an arrogant kid! Davin tried once more. Placing his hands on his hips, Davin looked at Kyle condescendingly and murmured, âWell, call me Uncle Davin and Iâll tell you.â
âWait a moment!â Having said that, Kyle slammed the door shut.
Davin was dumbstruck. Goddamn, what kind of operation is this? He had actually shut me out?
âYouâre a horrible child!â snapped Davin. He was furious and rapped at the door twice. âDonât expect me to ever help you again!â
After speaking, he turned around angrily. He had only taken two steps away, when suddenly, the door behind him opened.
Juan bolted out of the door, grinning at him gleefully.
Davinâs eyes widened. What is the meaning of this? First, he treats me as though Iâm an antagonist, and now his demeanor has changed so rapidly? Good grief, his mood is too mercurial, I canât keep up!
âUncle Davin, where is Dr. Tussaud?â As Juan finished speaking, he clutched at Davinâs hand, trying to play coy.
Davin looked at him thunderously, asking, âWhy on earth did you shut me out just now?â
Well, it was Kyle who had answered the door. He didnât want to call you Uncle Davin or talk to you, so, heâd shut you out so I could replace him. But Iâll take that with me to the grave, mused Juan.
âWell, I justâ¦â Juan struggled to think of a suitable reason. In a flash, he looked up at Davin and asked, âWhat do you think, Uncle Davin?â
âWhat do I think?â Davin pointed at himself and looked at Juan in bewilderment. âYou closed the door, and youâre asking me why?â
How on earth was he supposed to know the reason behind his nephewâs actions?
âWell, the reason⦠The reason is that I thought that Iâd seen Daddy walk downstairs, and I was scared that he would notice. Thatâs why I shut the door like that!â cried Juan.
âReally?â Davin wondered why had he not noticed.
âYes!â nodded Juan enthusiastically. âSo, Uncle Davin, quickly! Where is Dr. Tussaud?â