"And what exactly is that?" A deep voice cut through their conversation, causing both men to turn. Their father, Herbert Blackwood, approached with a sharp, probing gaze that demanded answers.Oswald instinctively took a step back as Herbert drew closer."Father," he muttered, his eyes meeting Herbert’s before shifting to Marcellus and Roderick, who stood just behind their father.Herbert’s gaze hardened as he looked at Oswald. "What are you trying to teach your brother? That he should be soft? He’s not a kid anymore, for crying out loud—he's an adult now! He needs to get his hands dirty because that's what the Blackwood family is about!" Herbert spat out the words, his tone cold. "I was a fool to listen to you and keep him confined to the legal business. From now on, he’ll be involved in both the legal and illegal sides of our work." His voice was final, each word punctuated with simmering anger.Oswald didn’t flinch. "I wasn't telling him to be soft, Father. I was saying he has a ch

Edwin yawned deeply, his hand rising sluggishly to cover his mouth as he stumbled out of bed. Each movement seemed to cost him a great deal of effort, his entire demeanor heavy with exhaustion. “I’ll be there shortly,” he muttered, his voice barely rising above a whisper, as if even speaking was too much to ask of him at this hour.Bridget watched him closely, her expression softening with worry. She tilted her head slightly, studying his face, the creases of concern deepening around her eyes. “Is everything alright, Edwin?” she asked gently, her tone as delicate as her gaze.“Why do you ask?” he replied, a note of irritation slipping into his voice as he cast a sidelong glance at her, his brows furrowing.“You seem… a bit off,” she continued, choosing her words carefully. “Stressed, maybe even troubled. It’s as if something heavy is weighing on your mind,” she observed, her eyes searching his face for any hint of what might be wrong.“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it,” he replied short

Edwin walked back to his room after his discussion with his father. As he headed upstairs he couldn't help but think about the future ahead. Things were starting to get serious in his new life, and he had to be ready for it.After walking for a few moments he finally arrived in front of his room. Edwin pushed the wooden door and it creaked open, without any delay he walked inside and shut the door.Edwin took off his shirt and trousers before lying on his bed clad in only his white underwear, and his gaze fixed on the ceiling.He laid down there for a few moments with his head filled with thoughts until he finally passed out.Somewhere far away from the Blackwood's mansion, a shiny black car could be seen driving through the dimly lit street.Oswald was behind the wheel, and his expression was filled with anger and determination. He gripped the wheel tightly, his gaze glued on the road as he drove forward as fast as he could.After what seemed like forever, Oswald finally pulled over

Oswald pushed the entrance door of the dining room open and walked inside slowly.Stepping into the room, he saw Timothy Hardcastle and his concubines standing by a corner. The continuous sounds of gunshots they've been hearing made them shiver in fear, and their face was drenched in sweat."Timothy Hardcastle.." Oswald stated coldly, his gaze fixed intently on Tim who was standing there with his heart pounding in his chest and cold sweat trickling down his face."You know why I'm here, don't you?" He asked after a few seconds of silence.Tim swallowed hard before responding by nodding his head."Y-yes, I do." He muttered shakily, his voice laced with fear."That's good." Oswald remarked."Please, spare my life. I'll do anything you want. You..you want me to marry Julia? I'll marry her. Please, have mercy and spare my life." Tim pleaded shakily while shivering in fear."It's too late." Oswald replied as he pulled out the gun he had been hiding behind his coat and stretched it forward,

Edwin swallowed hard before retrieving the gun and a bullet. He placed the long sharp golden bullet inside and cocked it the same way his father did before aiming it at the mannequin. His gaze fixed intently on the mannequin, his heart pounding in his chest, and cold sweat trickling down his face.He has never fired a gun before let alone a rifle like this one. But like they say, there is a first for everything.Edwin cocked the gun and placed a finger on the trigger, and his gaze fixed intently on the mannequin. He aimed for the chest before pulling the trigger.BANG*A loud banging sound echoed throughout the area, and in less than a second a hole was created below the mannequin's chest.Edwin let out a heavy sigh of disappointment after realizing he missed. Whoever, when he shifted his gaze towards his father, he saw a proud look on his face."That's not bad at all. In fact, it's a little too good for a first timer." Herbert commented."Really?" Edwin asked."Yeah. I remember when