022: A Stir Of Disaster
"I don't understand what this has to do with you,"

"Speak!" Macey yelled, backing November up and he cast her a grateful look.

"Timothee has been sick from birth,"

"We know already,"

"He died from bad health conditions. His lungs failed him and he had cardiovascular disease." Mr. Zachary explained, but the look on his face gave off that he wasn't telling the entire truth.

"Is that all?" November curled his head towards Mr. Zachary like a snake and Macey wondered why he was being weird all of a sudden. Was his quirk wavering?

"Yes."

"Then who were those suited men from Cynflac Pharmaceuticals? Why did they show up immediately ten minutes after his death and carried his body like they were waiting for his death?" November inquired, he was fully prepared to teach the man a lesson if he decided to tell lies.

"Someone called them," Macey chipped in.

"And it was you, isn't it?"

Mr. Zachary's mouth flapped open. He tried to speak but no words came out. Closed his mouth and repeated the action
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