Chapter 16: Uncle
In Jeffrey Maugham's study,
the man in the wheelchair faced the little one, their eyes meeting.
His gaze was sharp, exuding an air of authority and finality.
The little one, just a toddler around three or four years old, had his face pale with fear.
"Dad?"
"What did you call me?" His voice was deep, like a lion about to roar.
The little one, scared, covered his head and corrected himself, "Uncle."
"Do you remember what uncle told you? How did you promise uncle? And how have you acted?" His voice was as heavy as a bell, commanding respect even without anger, "Hm?"
"I promised uncle that I would listen to him."
"Then how did you act?" Jeffrey Maugham rose from his wheelchair and crouched in front of the little one. "Why did you target a woman who has no ill will t
