"How dare you disrespect Mr Thatcher's daughter?" came Mr Scott's voice.
"Good evening to you too," Aiden said looking at the bundle of cash with a frown even though he sounded calm.
"What is good about the evening? It is like you don't care about this family. You are just up to destroy us. I am standing for prime minister soon and you are already making me lose the position before election time. How ungrateful can you be?" Mr Scott yelled over the phone.
"Dad, I may not be the best of sons but I believe I have done my part to support the family. If I marry Ms Thatcher, I will live with her for the rest of my life, not you. Don't you think I have earned myself the right to decide that? Have I ever said no to any request of yours?" Aiden said on the call but for some reason, he
