After logging out of his account, Ansel immediately dialed Anthony's number.He ordered him to bring his car to the Castillo mansion.Ansel abruptly ended the call before snatching a pen and ripping a sheet from a notebook.He immediately wrote some words down and folded it into a neat square.Ansel cast one last look at his phone before setting it down on the table and walking out of the room, making sure to leave the door unlocked behind him.He couldn't take a public phone to the Luther's villa.And so he decided to get a new phone which wasn't trackable.Ansel got to the living room, the housekeeper was still arranging the room."I need you to give this to my wife, tell her I won't stay too long." He handed the housekeeper the paper and then left without bothering to explain to the woman who had a confused expression on her face.It didn't take long for the car to arrive.Ansel opened the door of the backseat and sat down inside.The Luther's mansion was in another city and it wo
"Honey comb" Ansel said in almost a whisper.His body moved on its own will and he saw himself walking towards her.Her illness had accentuated her petite frame, making her seem smaller and more delicate than he remembered."Grandfather" Ansel said as he saw his grandfather stare at him.His eyes held so many words. Ansel knew it was just as hard as it was for him to see her suffer.Ansel pulled them both in for a hug.He heard her whimper softly and he immediately realized that he might be hurting her.Ansel was just about to initiate a conversation with his sister, opening his mouth to speak and expecting a response, when a sudden realization struck him.The debilitating effects of her illness had tragically taken away her ability to speak.He gave her a warm smile and pinched her cheeks gently before helping her rest on her bed.He didn't need anyone to tell him that she was in a lot of pain. Ansel knew he had to do something to make her feel better.He immediately searched his ba
The following morning, Ansel returned to the Castillo group building without hesitation, having completed the task of delivering the drugs to Anthony.Ansel felt his eyes grow heavy, his lids fluttering as he surrendered to yet another yawn. The deep shuddering breaths that followed showed that his body was screaming for rest.The previous night's marathon session of concocting pain-relieving remedies had consumed him so completely that the concept of rest seemed like a distant memory.He was so bent on creating drugs for his little honeycomb that sleep vanished from his eyes.Ansel's body felt like it was on the verge of shattering into a thousand fragments, as if the sheer force of his exhaustion might splinter him into pieces at any moment.At one point, Ansel attempted to stretch his weary body, hoping to loosen the stiffness that had taken hold of his limbs, but no matter how hard he tried, his muscles remained stubbornly rigid.Some of the workers who were passing by gave him we
Ansel turned around to face Smith, whose eyes were wide with a startled expression. He saw the door moving back and forth and then realized that Smith had just gotten back from the bathroom."Not a thief, just a victim of circumstance," Ansel clarified, his voice relaxed. "Give me a hand treating his injuries."Smith didn't budge, his eyes fixed on the scene before him with a mix of fear and uncertainty.He was still terrified of the man who laid on the sick bed.When he heard the commotion earlier, he immediately ran to the bathroom to save himself.Only when the chaos subsided and an unsettling silence fell did Smith cautiously emerge from the bathroom.Smith's eyes narrowed in doubt. "You're sure he's not here to steal?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. As he drew closer, his gaze fell upon the man's bruised and swollen face, and he felt a shiver run down his spine, his throat constricting in response.Ansel's anger flared up once more, his voice trembling with indignatio
Ansel didn't bother because he was certain she'd be alone in the office at this hour. He knew her schedule all too well, and the familiarity gave him a sense of comfort"Don't come in_" Thora's warning died on her lips as she saw him standing there, her voice trapped in her throat like a caught breath.She clutched her shirt to her chest, her face burning with embarrassment as she turned to face the wall, trying to hide her disheveled state.Ansel had no reaction, he could only wonder why his wife was half naked.He searched everywhere to see if he would find another man but there was no one else in the office."Why are you naked, wifey?" Ansel asked as he took his seat.He found it cute that his wife was facing the wall and trying her best not to look at him.Ansel chuckled lightly and Thora seemed to find it annoying.She frowned deeply and then hissed.The only reason why she was naked was because her top got stained with coffee and she was just about to change into a different one
In the medical department, Ansel was still upset about what his wife had said to him earlier. He couldn't shake off his anger.Did she actually feel embarrassed to be seen with him in public?He gazed at his reflection, his eyes automatically scanning for any imperfections.Satisfied with his reflection, he flexed his muscles, admiring himself, and couldn't understand why Thora wasn't swooning over him like others usually did.This was the woman his grandfather wanted him to marry, but she didn't seem to be treating him like the husband he truly was.Ansel sighed deeply before making up his mind to stay as far away as he could from Thora.He decided that he wasn't going to force her to love him.And with that thought, Ansel walked into the medical room.The man who had been vomiting earlier was now watching some videos on his phone with Smith, his face shining brightly.The color on his skin seemed to have returned, and Ansel couldn't help but feel proud of himself.He decided to take
As Ansel walked, his mind kept drifting back to the blood he had consumed. He couldn't understand why it hadn't had any effect on him. Lost in thought, he wandered aimlessly, unsure of his destination. Eventually, he decided to explore the outsides of the building and see what activities were taking place.The parking lot was packed with rows of sedans, SUVs, and luxury cars, each having the familiar company sticker and parking permits that identified their owners as building employees.Castillo Group's reputation for offering generous salaries was well-known, and it showed in the luxury cars that filled the parking lot—sleek sedans, high-end SUVs, and premium sports cars that gleamed in the light.As he strolled, a sudden buzz in his pocket broke the silence.Reaching his hands into his pocket, he brought his phone out to check what the buzzing noise was all about.In the end, he realized that the buzzing was coming from an alarm he had set hours earlier specifically to remind him t
Ansel immediately realized what was going on but it was too late.Without hesitation, he gripped the edge of the building, his free hand holding his phone as he prepared to carry out his next move.Ansel avoided looking down at the dizzying drop below, terrified by the realization that the Castillo Group building was one of the tallest in the city and his chances of survival were slim to none.It wasn't long before passersby began to notice the precarious figure on the edge of the roof, their attention drawn to the dangling human as whispers and murmurs spread among the gathered crowd.The sight of the dangling figure sent shockwaves through the street, with cars screeching to a halt and pedestrians frozen in fear, eyes fixated on the petrifying scene unfolding above them."Is that Spider-Man?" a young boy wondered aloud, his eyes wide with curiosity as he gawked at Ansel. His mother, however, swiftly yanked him away from the sight.Rather than dialing the emergency number, some broug