Chapter 55

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