A wicked grin stretched across his face, accentuating the corners of his mouth as he let out a sarcastic laugh. The lines etched on his weathered face hinted at a man accustomed to scheming and deceit. His thoughts simmered with a potent mix of disdain and resentment."What did Richard take me for?" he pondered, his voice laced with bitterness. His son had toiled relentlessly for Richard, dedicating countless years to his service. Yet, in the end, Richard had deemed his obstinate offspring as the sole heir to his domain. The cacophony of injustice echoed in his mind."And now, the goddamn son is dead," he continued, his voice devoid of remorse. Richard had laid claim to the grandchild, appointing them as chairman, while his own grandchild had dutifully served, unnoticed and unappreciated, throughout the countless years.His face remained a mask of defiance, as if daring anyone to challenge him or underestimate his capacity for vengeance. In that moment, he vowed to himself that he wou

In response, Grandpa Tristan let out a soft chuckle, a gentle sound filled with understanding and empathy. It conveyed that he recognized the weight and significance of Raymond's words and the raw, authentic emotions behind them. There was a hint of regret in his voice, an undertone of remorse as he bravely acknowledged the depths of his past mistakes. It was in this moment that the truth of his neglect and the heartbreak that had shaped his actions unfolded, laying bare before them. Genuine sadness, like an invisible thread, wove through his words as he expressed his own lingering heartbreak and the undeniable compulsion that had kept him distant for far too long. This was an opportune moment for him to confront his shortcomings as a father, to openly admit his failure, and to genuinely express remorse for the pain he had caused.The room lingered in a somber atmosphere, as emotions continued to weigh heavily on Raymond and Grandpa Tristan. They both grappled with the immense magnitu

Claire smiled, her eyes filled with adoration, as she watched him talk. She couldn't help but wonder how a man could be so cute, even to the point of feeling a twinge of jealousy towards their unborn child. His presence alone had made her utterly obsessed with him."I don't know," Claire said, playfully knocking his head. He winced in pain, his attention still fixated on her as she stepped into the room.He felt an overwhelming rush of excitement, grateful to have such a stunning lady who always brought him happiness. Yet, the persistent issue haunted him again, sending his mind spiraling into a state of madness. It was imperative for him to identify the culprit swiftly.A chilling realization struck him: the person might be targeting his wife and unborn child, if their motive was truly directed towards him. With a sense of urgency, he cautiously approached the window, peering out to see a figure draped in a black dress from head to toe. As soon as their eyes met, the figure abruptly

Ethan drove down to the designated location where he was to meet Johnson. As he arrived, he spotted Johnson patiently waiting inside a bustling bar. Eagerly, Ethan made his way inside and approached Johnson, who greeted him with a warm smile. Taking a seat opposite him, they exchanged a firm handshake. "I must admit, I didn't anticipate you being here so promptly," Johnson remarked, to which Ethan simply nodded in agreement.The doctor proved to be surprisingly prompt, much quicker than expected. However, upon meeting with the doctor, Ethan's hopes of obtaining what he needed were dashed. Frustrated and determined, he had come to meet Johnson, hoping to find a solution."What do you have for me?" Ethan demanded, his curiosity piqued as Johnson slid a stack of papers toward him. His hands trembling slightly with anticipation, Ethan eagerly opened the documents.As his eyes scanned the pages, a profound shock coursed through his veins. Photographs of the scar he had spoken about were t

They both lock eyes, capturing a moment of silent understanding. After a few seconds, Uncle Raymond breaks the silence, contemplating the possibility: "You might be right. Checking his room might yield some answers." They begin analyzing and strategizing the execution of their plan. Uncle Raymond then voices his decision with determination: "I will sneak into his room."The following day, anticipation filled the air as the family eagerly awaited the arrival of their guest. The door swung open, and Johnson stepped inside, clutching a beautifully wrapped gift in his hands. He made a beeline for Claire, unable to contain his excitement. With a gentle release of the gift, he enveloped her in a warm embrace, expressing his heartfelt congratulations."I thought you weren't going to come," Claire teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "I wouldn't have minded giving you a playful little squeeze," she playfully threatened, a playful smile gracing her lips. Johnson returned her banter with a