FLASHBACK Bruce went back to his home. He opened the door and was slowly sneaking back inside. "So, you're back?" asked Bruce's grandmother, sitting in the corner of the room. Bruce didn't answer. He went to his room. He was shuffling things around and when he came out, he was in different clothes. He also had his backpack on. His grandmother frowned. "Where are you going at this late of an hour with that bag?" "Working,” said Bruce. "Oh,” chuckled his grandmother. "Now, if you will excuse me, I got to some persuading to do." "Bruce?" asked Bruce's grandmother, looking at him with coldness in her eyes. Bruce sighs and asked, “What?” "Just because she help won the university's competition doesn't mean anything." His grandmother puffed out a smoke of cigarette from her thin and wrinkled lips. "It means a lot. It means she's not a fool,” said Bruce, not looking at her. "What do you mean?" "She's a lot smarter than she looks." "Oh. So, you're saying that she's smart, talen
Last Updated : 2024-01-12 Read more