Chapter 596 A Storm Is Brewing
- Mark walked toward us with a kind smile on his face and his hands behind his back. Suddenly, I was at a loss for what to do. It was bad to talk about people behind their backs, and I was caught in the act.
- “You're here,” I mumbled without calling him Dad. That form of address was still too difficult for me.
- “Mr. Goldstein.” Christopher stood beside me.