Mrs. Martin watched him for a moment longer, as if weighing his sincerity, before finally nodding.He was right where she wanted him to be. She could smell his desperation and it was just what she wanted. "Very well," she said softly, her voice laced with an eerie calm.She leaned back in her chair, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest as she began to speak."Your parents’ deaths weren’t accidents, Scar. They were orchestrated—meticulously planned by someone who saw them as obstacles in his path."Scar’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white. Scar's eyes widened in shock because all his life his grandfather told him they died in an accident on their way to one of their mission. "Who? " He granted clenching his fist. "Who did this?"She paused, taking a deliberate sip of her wine, savoring the moment before answering. "Your grandfather," she finally said, her words cutting through the silence like a blade. "He wanted control—over the family, over the business, over yo
Mrs. Martin was cunning and she would say anything just to make sure that he wins him over. He couldn't totally trust her words because be here was desperate to have him on her side. He pressed his hands on the steering wheel. He needed needed answers and the only one that could give him what he wanted was his grandfather. Asking his uncle wasn't an option because he wasn't going to say anything. Scar drove with a single destination in mind: his grandfather's estate. His thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear—he needed answers.As he approached the massive iron gates of the estate, Scar’s mind raced through what he would say. The accusations were heavy, but he couldn’t go in blind. He needed to see his grandfather’s reaction, to gauge his response.The guards at the gate recognized his car and waved him through without question. Scar parked and stepped out, feeling the weight of the family legacy pressing down on him. The estate was quiet, too quiet, considerin
Scar took a turn and was surprised to see that the person was his uncle.He was fueled with anger when he remembered what Mrs. Martin had said to him. There was no way his uncle wasn't aware of what happened to his parents. He was close to his father, so he must have known."What are you doing here?" he frowned.His uncle raised a brow at him and stepped out from the shadows. His hands were covered with blood he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood off his hands.Scar got worried when he saw the blood and swallowed hard."Uncle, what do you want? Aren't you supposed to be with Grandfather?" he asked curiously.His eyes scanned the area to see if he could find the person he was here to meet, but unfortunately, he didn't."Don't even bother, he's dead," his uncle replied, still focused on his hands."What?" Scar blurted out angrily. "Why did you do that?" he asked."I stopped you from doing something you'd regret," his uncle replied. "And I would advise you to stop
Scar's eyes widened, his mind racing to process what his uncle had just revealed. The weight of the words settled in his chest like a stone, crushing his ability to breathe properly."You... you were the one who..." Scar's voice trembled, anger and disbelief warring within him. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, nails digging into his palms.Without a single thought, he took his gun and pointed it at his uncle."Did you murder my parents?" he asked, tears in his eyes. Even though his uncle had already confessed, he refused to believe it was true. Never in his wildest imagination did he think his uncle would kill his parents.His uncle looked down, his expression a mixture of guilt and sorrow. All the emotions he tried to keep locked away washed over him. The wounds ripped open, leaving him heartbroken all over again."Answer me before I end your life.""Yes, Scar. It was me. I was ordered to eliminate them. I had no choice.""That's it. That's the truth you desperately wante
His uncle remained where he was, watching Scar's retreating back with a mixture of sadness and resignation. The weight of his confession hung in the air, a permanent wedge between them. He had always known this day would come, but he had never imagined it would hurt this much.He got into his hand and headed straight to meet his father,so he can reconsider his decision about scar. When he got to his grandfather's study he noticed the room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering flames of a fireplace. The air was thick with the scent of burning wood and the heavy, oppressive silence that seemed to fill every corner of the vast study. The grandfather sat behind a massive mahogany desk. He was a man of power, of unyielding authority, and the weight of his presence was palpable.The uncle stood in front of the desk, his posture tense, his hands clasped tightly together as he tried to muster the courage to speak. The weight of his nephew's pain and the guilt of his o
"It's time to go," Sullivan said, gently guiding his wife toward the helicopter.He tilted his head, watching as John and Evelyn held hands, and he couldn't help but frown."What's with that look?" Erica asked, noticing his expression."Nothing," Sullivan replied, quickly turning his gaze away."Then why is your face like that? Aren't you the one always rambling about how John should find love and settle down?" Erica rolled her eyes."I know, but it's all too sudden," he replied."Get it together. Evelyn is a nice girl, and we've misjudged her a lot," Erica said."So, you're on her side now?"Erica pinched his cheeks and chuckled. "You know that's not what I meant.""I just find it really weird that they're together. I thought they hated each other."Erica turned with a smile on her face. "Love often blooms in the most unexpected places and at the strangest times. Believe me, I know—it's as surprising to them as it is to us.""Hmm," Sullivan remarked with a nod. "But I still can't bel
"We have to leave now!"Evelyn swung into action, grabbing Erica by the arm as they made their way toward the basement that led to a secret door. This was the emergency route John had shown Evelyn in case something happened, so she would be able to protect Erica.The moment they opened the door, they saw two masked men already waiting for them. Evelyn's eyes widened in shock as she stumbled back."Stay calm," she assured Erica. John had personally entrusted Erica’s safety to her, so she wouldn’t let him down.She reached for her side belt and realized she hadn’t brought her gun. Erica was still panting, but when she squinted her eyes, she realized that the figure looked a little familiar. She didn’t know if she was crazy, but one of the masked men had the same build as Sullivan.She tried to step forward, but Evelyn pulled her back."Are you out of your mind? These people can hurt you," she yelled."Wait, you don't understand—""Stay behind me, and when I give you a signal, you run
All eyes fell on john as he chuckled nevoursly. "It's really not what you think." he pleaded when he saw the way they were staring at him with a murderous gaze. He turned to Sullivan who averted his gaze. He took a deep breath when he realized that the general was trying to pin what happened to him. "I thought you said you were just following orders." Evelyn frowned crossing her hands over her chest. "I..." Johh stuttered trying to figure out what to say when Sullivan stepped in. "Ladies there is no need to be hostile with the man. I'm sure he had good intentions." He said with a smirk. "Hmm." Evelyn and Erica hummed together but their eyes were still fixed on John who swallowed hard. "The situation in the south has it been sorted out?" Erica asked turning to Sullivan. "We have been able to dismantle their stronghold but now we have to. Focus on the building because the people are frightened and they need care and treatment.""That's good to cost a lot, taking care of a whole