Bruce seemed distracted all day, slouching over his desk and staring into space.
"Why..." he mumbled to himself.
Snapping back to reality, Carla asked, "Bruce, what are you talking about?"
Bruce frowned, struggling internally for a long time before finally asking tentatively, "Carla, can you keep a secret?"
"Of course," Carla replied.
Bruce scratched his head, clearly embarrassed. He was in love with his uncle. To others, it was undoubtedly outrageous and immoral, but he couldn't help his feelings.
".My uncle is angry with me. Last time on the yacht, I drank some alcohol, and he scolded me. He forbade me from going out to play again, and he hasn't been home recently, and he doesn't answer my calls."
"Is your uncle very fierce to you?" Carla asked.
"No!" Bruce quickly explained, af
