Tom came closer and helped the dishevelled Arthur by supporting each other's shoulders to get up slowly. Unfortunately, Arthur refused. He pushed Tom away angrily. His dark face changed drastically even without saying a word. Tom shook his head softly. His wet face signalled the same sadness. He nodded his head repeatedly, then brought Arthur closer to the coffin in front of him. "Why, dad?" asked Arthur regretfully. He had never expected his dad's death. It never even occurred to him to think of his dad dying, even though the desire to seize all of Fischer's wealth never left his head. "Why did you have to die, dad? Why didn't he die?!" Tom cried even more guiltily. After all, he had just returned home. He still wanted to be with his dad, still wanted to tell him things, still wanted to make up for all the time he had lost for more than a third of his life. Arthur couldn't help

Arthur had just arrived home when the clock struck 4:15 AM. Unsteadily, he rushed up the stairs. But what a surprise he had when he saw the living room. There were three glasses on the table. Curious, Arthur approached. He looked at the tall coffee cup on the far side. Meanwhile, the other glasses were all gone. Slowly but surely, Arthur, who was hiccuping, remembered. His eyes widened, and he sat down right in front of the iced coffee, which was still untouched even by a sip. He searched his shirt pocket, but found nothing there. Slowly, he got up hurriedly, opening the workspace where he had changed his clothes. "What the fuck? Where's my shirt? How am I going to lose that evidence? No-no. Please don't lose it. But where is it? I'm sure I have it in my shirt pocket!" Arthur's incoherent babbling could actually be heard by Tom from the doorway. He knew Arthur had done something with the iced coffee

“What did you say? How dare you—“ Jill hadn’t finished cursing when Pete arrived with the drinks. “Sorry to keep you waiting, but Arthur didn’t tell us about your arrival. Please wait a moment for our finest offerings.” Arthur sat down opposite Shannon quietly while staring at her. “We were supposed to have a party today, weren’t we? But sorry. Because of this incident, we have to postpone it again.” Tom walked away from the Reynolds family to his dad’s room. He glanced at Pete, who was about to head into the living room with some snacks. “Mr Smith will be here soon. Wait inside. Lemme get Arthur.” Surprisingly, Tom was reluctant to enter his dad’s room. He chose to sit in the living room and watch how Reynolds would react to Mr Smith’s rumoured arrival. Read more