You're so cool, Uncle John!

John Lewis - the man, is still holding the steering wheel with his left hand. And his eyes stared straight at the road that lay before him. His right hand rested against the side of the window as he thought about his first meeting with Jefford.

The boy's face kept haunting his mind. He doesn't know if he should thank or should be upset with Alfred? Because he thinks his brother is playing with his feelings right now.

John glanced at Ella because the little girl had unbuckled her seat belt - again. And she was jumping up and down with enthusiasm.

"Ella is dangerous! Sit down and put your seatbelt back on!" John's orders.

"Oooooh... Uncle! Your car is cool. You know, this is my first time in a car like this." Ella clicked in awe. She took John's sunglasses, which were on the dashboard of the car.

"Uncle John? Look at me. I'm cool, aren't I?" Ella said innocently and was already wearing John's sunglasses.