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
Clara stood motionless when she saw the corpse that made her stunned. There was no pungent smell because Frans had just died five hours ago. However, his miserable condition left Clara puzzled. Could the perpetrator be Franklin?"Did he kill him?" Clara wondered to herself.The woman hurried out of the building that used to be a place for processing medical waste. Clara immediately ordered the members of Silver Clack to sterilize the location where Frans had taken his last breath. Although Frans' body would eventually end up in a Silver Clack morgue, the location still needed to be cleaned to remove any traces.Now, Clara's goal was to meet Franklin. She was unaware of the unilateral action taken by the man. Last night, Clara also did not receive any messages related to Frans' murder. Clara only knew that Frans was still unwilling to speak even when he was dying.Clara[Let's meet here in 30 minutes.]Clara sent a location to Franklin. Fortunately, the young man immediately read Clara
Clara's eyes followed Franklin as he gently helped his mother walk. Franklin's deep love for his mother was evident. Clara wasn't surprised by Franklin's caring behavior - she knew he would even kill someone with his own hands to defend his mother.There was an unknown death regarding Franklin's father that changed him slightly. Franklin seemed obsessed with one thing - the wealth that Mr. Smith had, which was forcibly taken by Frans. Even though Frans was already dead, Franklin was determined to take it back."Be careful, Mom."Clara smiled as the elderly woman almost reached the car waiting to pick her up. Clara helped Franklin's mother get in and sit comfortably in the backseat. After everyone was in, the driver drove towards the apartment where Franklin currently lived."Is your name Clara?"Clara was startled as she helped Franklin's mother walk into the apartment unit that would be her new home. The woman didn't expect Franklin's mother to still clearly remember her name, since
The woman screamed hysterically when she opened a box containing photos that made it difficult for her to breathe. Inside the box normally used for wrapping gifts, she instead found an unexpected "gift" that made her heart feel like it would burst out of her chest.This was all Franklin and Clara's doing. They photographed Frans's body, which had turned blue and was even starting to blacken in some areas. His body had even started oozing fluids from the decomposition process. The camera photos were printed, resulting in five images showing the most disgusting points on Frans's body. Then, they sent them to the address of the mansion that should have belonged to Franklin, but was owned by Frans.Of course, they were now smirking as they witnessed how frustrated Frans's wife was - who happened to be Franklin's aunt. However, there was one thing Franklin realized when someone was tasked with delivering his special package to Frans's wife."She's not Frans's first wife."Clara turned tow
Clara faced her computer all night, searching for information about the death of Franklin's father, Mr. Smith. She had never heard of a failed presidential candidate being murdered. Even among her political connections, Clara had never heard of Mr. Smith's name.It was already 1am and Clara dove deeper into the ocean of news on the internet. Repeatedly typing Mr. Smith's name into the browser. Just as Clara was about to give up, she found a faded news article that didn't look very engaging.However, Clara opened the old news portal. The headline was very simple, "Mystery of Mr. Smith's Killer on the Way to China."As the woman read through the news, there was only an explanation that Mr. Smith died in a plane crash suspected as an act of sabotage.It stated that Mr. Smith was killed after attending the first hearing regarding the electoral fraud by his opponent who had won and defeated Mr. Smith. While briefly giving testimony to reporters, Mr. Smith had a business trip to China, and
It was too difficult for Franklin to find his father's death records. He was certain he would find something very valuable, even though Franklin couldn't prosecute Frans who had been murdered. However, Franklin wanted to know who was involved in the murder of Mr. Smith, his father.All day, Franklin would be at home keeping his Mother and sister company. They would chat about anything pleasant. Even when Franklin had to carry out a mission from Silver Clack, Clara would happily take over his duty to entertain his Mother and Sister.It's just that his mission this time was to find the files containing data on the plane crash that took many lives. So Franklin stayed quiet all day at his house until his Mother fell asleep."Why did I put those files in Mother's room...huh," Franklin whispered because he was trying not to make noise in his Mother's room.Franklin crept like a thief. He opened a closet the size of a nightstand, where important files were stored. Franklin opened each file a