Right after Matt left Cara's house, he roamed aimlessly around the city with his head wrapped around what he had done.He had attacked Mr Broda and right now he couldn't tell if the man was dead or alive. Has he already been found by anyone? And maybe taken to the hospital?Matt couldn't really understand how he was feeling, he felt too many emotions except guilt. He wasn't remorseful about what he did at all, if anything, he was angered and just like any other time, he wanted to vent.With that thought, he headed for the abandoned building where his mother was currently tied as his personal punching bag because she deserved it.Every single thing that was happening to her, she deserved all of it. It was her fault he was like this anyway, so she should pay for it.There was no way she was going free while he would be left alone to suffer and take up the consequences of what wasn't his fault at all.He soon got to the building and headed towards where his mother was and as usual, he wa
"Cara, your father is dead!"These words from her mother through the phone had Cara chuckle in confusion, she removed the phone from her ears to look at the screen to be sure she was talking to the right person.But the name on her screen showed it was her mother."Mom? Please, I'm not even in the mood for your silly jokes. I have work to do, I'm busy." Cara said with a frown.She felt her mother went overboard with her jokes, why would she even say such nonsense?"Cara?! Your Father is at the morgue now. He is really gone!" Susan said and this time, Cara noted the trembling voice of her mother. She could also hear her crying through the phone, was this true?"I...I don't understand. How? When? What do you even mean? Do you see if... Mom? Where are you right now? I will be there in a few minutes."Cara quickly stood up from where she sat, she now realized this could be a serious issue and nothing to joke about. Because who in this world jokes about death??"I'm at the city hospital's
Matt let out a shaky breath as he was torn between whether to pick up the call or not. What could be the reason for this call? If only he had an answer and the only way to know was by picking up which he dreaded doing.He gritted his teeth and clenched hard on his phone and in that process his finger tapped on the screen, picking up the call without his conscious knowledge."Hello? Matt?" Cara's voice rang out from his phone out of the blue, filling the quiet place with the sound of her voice.Matt had almost peed on himself, not expecting the call to be picked up when he didn't want to pick it up. What went wrong? He wondered as he looked at the screen of the phone where the caller timer was ticking."Matt? Are you there?" Her voice rang out for the second time and Matt held himself back from cursing out loud, that would even be a mess.Deciding to just respond, Matt cleared his throat and said, "Hello? Cara, is there a problem? Why are you calling me?"Meanwhile, Cara on the other e
While Matt was still on his way to the police station, Cara and Susan were finally able to reach Nick through a phone call. And on hearing of the tragic news, Nick quickly arrived at the police station within minutes. His eyes filled with tears at the news of his father's death. And just like his mother and sister, he too was interrogated. He answered every single question directed at him in the most truthful and honest ways, after all, he wanted to make sure whoever killed his father would be discovered and arrested. The policemen listened to all Nick said but unlike Susan, Nick said he had left three people home this morning, which were his parents and Matt. And the policemen wondered why the family weren't even suspicious of this Matt guy, wasn't it obvious to them? Seeing the way they all sided with Matt and refused to think he was suspicious, the policemen couldn't help but wonder what was so special about the Matt guy that they thought of him as a saint. Waiting for Matt too
It was already noon time when the Broda family went back home to quietly mourn the loss of the father and husband. However, Matt refused to return to their home with them even when they insisted. He gave a measly excuse, saying his presence was needed in his father's company. With this excuse, they couldn't keep arguing with him and just agreed to let him go. With hurried steps, Matt went to the abandoned building where his mother's corpse was currently at, left unburied. Not that he planned to give her a proper befitting burial whatsoever, that's something she doesn't deserve. On getting to the place, Matt's face twisted in disgust at how badly the air smelled. It was hard to breathe, but he breathed in and out anyways, after all he had a lot to do. Walking to where the old lamp was, matt turned it on and like before, it wasn't bright and was going on with being dim and then brighter and then dim. But he ignored it and kept the lamp in a good place that would enable him see prop
By noon time, Liam was already occupied with work. Not that he had expected less but this was way too overwhelming for someone who was new to this. He wasn't complaining though. The pile of work was endless at this point. His thoughts drifted to Mr Broda. For a while now, Liam had been feeling uneasy. He thought it wasn't right to just leave without announcing his departure. But it wasn't really his fault at the time, he thought something dreadful had happened thanks to Alexander and his secretary. Liam was on the verge of cursing that old man. He would make sure to visit Mr Broda tomorrow again, at least to apologize for leaving his house suddenly without informing him. Liam dropped the pen he was using to write down something and stared at the laptop for a while. Afterwards, he leaned back on his chair and loosened his tie. With his head resting on the headrest of his seat, he shut his eyes closed to take a quick rest. However, exactly a few minutes later, a knock was heard on
"I honestly don't care what you are called, I can call you whatever I wish to," Liam responded nonchalantly with his fingers playing with his fountain pen. Right after he said that the air in the office felt heavy and suffocating. Even Nelson who was still standing by the door felt goosebumps rise on his skin. The smile on both father and son's faces vanished as they both half stared and half glared at Liam for his confidence and audacious words. "You sound so cocky and ignorant, just when I thought you knew something about me. But it turns out you don't know who I really am and what I'm capable of, I could make—" Aamon Chorro spoke in a threatening voice but was interrupted by Liam. "I must say I'm quite disappointed, Aamon. With the way you were being so confident back then, I thought you would have created a huge havoc by now. But it turns out it was just an empty word of threat." Liam said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He was referring to the voice message he h
Matt couldn't help but curse his luck. The man whom he had bumped into earlier stood there with his hands akimbo as if waiting for someone. And Matt hates to admit that that someone might be him. Matt would have just chosen to walk out quietly. However, the man was currently standing on the only route that would lead Matt out of this place. The entrance of the abandoned building had grass and weeds growing around it, it looked crusty, dusty and definitely not attractive. The entrance door was metal and though it looked closed from a distance but at a closer look, one would notice it was slightly open. Not very wide but wide enough for a person to enter the building without having to push open the door and not to mention, the door looked like it would be extremely difficult to open due to how long it had been there. Filled with nothing but confusion, Matt anxiously shook his right hand that held the bloodied spade in an attempt to calm his raging self. Seeing he had no other option