Chapter 11

• Hunter
• Silence was the only thing that prevailed in the room. Yet, it was cold as ice. My attention was solely focused on the man as he took a sip of his tea. His addiction. The only thing I know the old man enjoys is creating time for himself to take tea.
• And I know things aren't good when he ignores me. Like I was invisible. No matter how hot-headed or prideful I am, I succumb to the old man. I know what he has done for me. That gratitude is something I will not take for granted. I breathed out a sharp breath. "Papa, you haven't said anything since the day I gave you the report," I finally uttered, seeing the old man had no intention of talking.