Chapter Forty-three

The wind blew his hair and the cold breeze hit his face.

It was around 3 am in the early hours of the morning and Authur was at a public graveyard.

For some reason, he kept dreaming about his late father and he decided that he would visit him today.

His relationship with his father was more than a father-son relationship, when he was little, he prayed that the angels in heaven would keep his family alive and healthy to see him succeed.

His father was indeed a strong man, he was the one who always encouraged Authur to never give up.

Authur sat down on the floor, there wasn't a single soul in the area, it was very quiet.

He placed his hands on the smooth cemented grave and said a word of prayer.

After he was done praying, he left the grave and was just about to enter his car when he saw a man with an axe.

Authur didn't think much of it, he assumed he was just a cemetery guard.

But his outfit made Authur raise his brow in suspicion.

The man was wearing a long black cloak and even with the