Jasmin sighted the grey-haired man in his early sixties standing at the entrance of the hall. He was in a black jacket and trousers and a pair of white sneakers. At the sight of them storming out, he approached them.
“Cainan….” Gerald, the man having a striking resemblance to Cainan except for the obvious age difference and skin tone, called out.
Cainan halt, a disbelieve scoff left his mouth at Gerald’s audacity, and he turned to him, fury in his eyes.
He tightened his grip on Jasmin’s wrist but not putting too much pressure on it. “I don’t know what you did to my mother to make her forget the scars you left all those years, but you will do well to stay as far away from me as you can. I wouldn’t bother knocking you out just for the mere fun of it.” With that said, he exited the building.
“Where are we going now?” Jasmin asked with a small voice after many minutes of silently driving on the road.
“I would have said your place, but you live with Lisa and I don’t want to see anyone of them after what just happened back there, so maybe my place?”