Clara's sour face caught Franklin's attention when they met right after the Department of Health visited him with the hospital head. Franklin initially didn't want to ask, but seeing Clara silent and not stating her reason for coming made him uncomfortable.So, he asked, "What's wrong, Clara?"Clara looked up immediately, hesitant to tell Franklin that Steven had just met her disguised as someone else. Moreover, Clara now had accurate evidence that Steven was involved in the kidnapping of his sister and mother. Franklin might go looking for Steven even though his condition was still unstable."Is this about my mother or Vina?"Clara shook her head and answered, "Your mother and Vina have undergone mental health therapy. But it's still too early for us to ask about all the tragedies that have occurred.""Alright, I'll be patient." Franklin took a deep breath. "But you shook your head, Clara. If this isn't about them, then what's making you so quiet?""Steven came, he almost touched you
Franklin stood facing the tightly closed room in front of him. A room on the right side of the hospital's main building, which was a special building for psychiatric patients, and that's where his mother and Vina were.His mood was always anxious every time Franklin directed his steps to meet his mother. The severe trauma caused by the torture at that time made his sister and mother have to go through difficult days.However, Franklin was most worried about his mother's condition. The woman even had to take a lot of medication because of the serious illness she suffered, which was still the most torturous thing. Because of that, Franklin even turned into a terrifying figure, and his desire to kill his uncle grew stronger."Doctor, has there been any progress?" Franklin had often asked the same thing.However, now the doctor brought good news that made Franklin breathe a little easier."The fear that has been happening all this time is slowly decreasing, Sir. Although occasionally your
"Just stay at that apartment, Franklin. Vina and your mother will be safe there. Even though I've talked to Steven about stopping his reckless attempts to kill you, he might not sit idle and may keep trying various ways to satisfy his vicious desires."Franklin was still watching Clara as she struggled to open her favorite soda can. He doubted this woman was very skilled at wielding knives and pulling gun triggers since she couldn't even open a soda can."In the apartment, security will be better guaranteed. You also won't need to worry when leaving your mother and Vina to do this job."Franklin took the soda can that had been catching his attention, while also responding to Clara's words."Alright, but how do I talk to my mom about this? She'll be shocked if she finds out I can afford to rent an apartment unit in such an elite area," Franklin expressed his concern."Ah yes." Clara gulped down her can of soda until it was empty. "Plus, you've already resigned from the shipping company
Clara managed to get back inside the car as the enemy returned fire in retaliation for Clara killing one of their comrades with a shot to the head. The woman was panting, repeatedly feeling like death was right before her eyes, but she always managed to dodge it.As the road lined with dense trees on both sides gave way, just as Franklin had guessed, they entered a highway along a cliff with a vast expanse of sea. Nearby, there was a fairly large pier."Just wait, you'll be fish food in the sea!" Clara reloaded her gun.After ensuring the ammunition was fully loaded, Clara stuck her body out the car window again, even sitting with her legs gripping Franklin's right arm."Good grief, if your legs weren't strong enough to hold onto me, you'd be the one becoming fish food in the sea, Clara!" Franklin cried out. He was also trying to drive the car steadily.The narrow conditions of the highway made Franklin even more cautious. He even repeatedly muttered prayers to God, which had never be
Anyone entering that old building for the first time would surely be stunned, their mouth agape. Long-barreled weapons were neatly arranged behind shiny transparent glass doors. These objects were like diamonds, closely guarded by the members of Silver Clack.Franklin marveled at the room almost entirely filled with various weapons. Each corridor was labeled with the names of countries from around the world, obviously to group together where these impressive weapons were sourced from.Silver Clack had extensive networks in almost all western and eastern countries. The cooperative ties forged since Silver Clack's inception certainly made it easier for the heirs to continue this shadowy business. Like the weapons they stored on the remote island, Silver Clack wouldn't be able to smuggle them without connections to important people in the relevant countries.Not just guns, Silver Clack also kept various types of knives typically used for fighting, of a quality that couldn't be called che
As planned, Franklin and Clara headed to the Hospital after their visit to the Silver Clack Warehouse, which was full of unexpected tragedy. As they crossed the same road, the team deployed to eliminate the enemy had apparently worked well. According to information, they were just a group of robbers who happened to see an expensive car pass in front of their hideout.However, Clara had already forgotten about the incident. Although she regretted wasting so many bullets just to fight low-class robbers. In fact, she should have been able to take them out without help.Now, Clara and Franklin were only focused on Frans' recovery. Not because they had forgotten the crimes committed by Franklin's Uncle, but everything had to be revealed so Franklin could live in peace."Any news?"Doctor Michel's smile showed there was news that Franklin and Clara had long hoped for. They were like cats preparing to pounce on mice for a meal."A person like him is unlikely to be given a miracle by God. Vil
The unventilated room, the worn walls, and the dust that scattered when the feet stepped on the floor. It was a sign that a room the size of a bathroom in a rural home had not been lived in for years. In fact, it was far worse than the place where Vina and her mother had been kept. Clara stomped on her lit cigarette butt as she heard her captive moan. Franklin also cleared his throat and slowly walked into the cramped room. Witnessing a man who turned him into a monstrous figure being tormented by carbon dioxide fumes. "Let go of me, you bastard! Insolent brats." Franklin ruffled his waist, watching the old man who had almost lost consciousness but was still cursing at others. Perhaps, that's how it is when one gets used to something, one doesn't care even if one is an inch away from death. "Most people will repent if they feel they are close to death." Franklin kicked Frans' leg lightly. "But, it's different with you who cursed continuously.""Huh! What for? Besides, I've resigne
The night felt longer. Even though the soft bed was where Franklin lay, since earlier Franklin had been yawning but couldn't fall asleep because of something on his mind that had made him ponder for hours. He tried to close his eyes but the voices in his head seemed to be heard in the real world.From where he lay comfortably, Franklin stared blankly at the window whose curtains were not yet closed. Franklin was used to opening the window curtains so that the moonlight in the middle of this month could penetrate into his room."Mother never discussed anything with me," Franklin muttered. "Throughout our time living together, not once did Mother tell me about any issues regarding my late father's family."The second hand of the clock kept turning and made its characteristic ticking sound, which Franklin ignored. Everything seemed unimportant when Franklin faced Frans, who didn't want to be honest about a past incident that caused the current destruction."Damn it, if only I had caught