"Ol' Harman, you know what you are asking here, right?" Hank asked, his voice cold.
His wife, Marie, and daughter, Jasmine, also looked at the old man with displeased and angry looks on their faces.
How could they not be angry? He was basically asking them to risk their life to take him to meet Max, after all.
"I know, Hank." Harman began but Hank cut him off, "No, I don't think you do, otherwise you wouldn't be asking this."
Bang!
While speaking, his voice got louder and he suddenly banged the table in anger. Then, he took a deep breath and said, "Look here man. We used to get along very well and I consider you a friend. If you need my or my son's help with anything else, we won't refuse, but this, we can't do, sorry."
Harman looked at Tom and saw he was frowning, most likely thinking maybe the situation had got to his head and he had gone mad, he sighed, leaned back on the couch and said, "This will sound fantastical, but it is true…"
