Uncle Bryson Is the Worst Scum in the World!

Back at home, Audrey poured a cup of tea for Bryson and her phone rang.

She glanced at the name on the screen and then looked at Bryson helplessly, "It's your nephew."

Bryson took a sip of tea and said, "He is also your nephew."

Audrey was speechless.

"Answer it," Bryson said.

"Okay..."

Audrey picked up the phone and turned on the speaker.

"Hello."

"Audrey, this is Simon."

Audrey rubbed her nose, "I know."

"Are you home?" Simon asked.

"Yes, we are home."

Simon seemed to be relieved, "It's good. Then Uncle Bryson should be gone."

Audrey raised his eyebrows.

Harold wore home wear and walked out of the room. He happened to hear Simon called uncle. He rushed over excitedly.

"What's wrong? My nephew, what can I do for you?" Harold shouted.

Simon heard Harold's voice and angrily said, "You are not my uncle. Don't call me nephew. I will be your brother-in-law in the future."

Harold snorted, "You had better give up the idea."