Being called a scumbag by Morrison didn't faze Bert much — in fact, he kind of agreed with it. Yeah, he was pretty damn scummy.
He'd always lived recklessly, never caring what others thought of him.
Lately, he'd been feeling like maybe he was starting to turn a corner, heading towards being a better man. But even he couldn't promise he wouldn't slip back into being a jerk one day.
Still, when he glanced at the poor girl getting scolded so harshly, Bert smiled and finally spoke up.
"Boss, I admit I'm scummy, no argument there. But who she meets and how she handles things — that's none of your business to lecture her about."
His smile didn't reach his eyes at all.
"I'm her half-brother after all, so technically I'm the one with the right to scold her. But you? What exactly is your relationship with her? What gives you the right to boss her around like that?"
