"Who does that brat think he is? To come into my own house and try to steal it from me?" His uncle fumed as he paced around the living room.
"Honey, you should calm down," Vivian pleaded.
"Mark my words, I'll show that kid just who he's messing with." He jabbed a finger at the floor, his voice sharp and trembling with rage.
Vivian sighed, lowering her gaze. "And what good will that do? He's not backing down."
Her husband clenched his jaw, eyes burning. "Then neither will I. I'm not going to hand over the house I bought with my own money,"
He stormed out of the house angrily.
Vivian went to knock on Yohan's door, and he opened it for her.
"Auntie," he said softly, before pulling her inside and shutting the door.
"Yohan-" she mumbled as their tongues wrapped around each other. By now kissing Yohan had become more of a normal thing to her.
She could even feel her heartbeat quicken, and it wasn't just fear, it was something more.
