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Tom walked quickly. His hand clutched a copy of the JF Moulding yearbook that was stuck in the middle of the street. His eyes were red, burning, like an unquenchable flame.

Pete was just coming out of the servants' quarters when he saw Tom coming up the stairs. He knew full well that Arthur's room would be Tom's prime destination now.

Quickly, Pete moved to join Tom on the stairs. His laboured breathing couldn't keep up with Tom's steady pace.

Tom had arrived on the second floor. His hand was about to knock on the door of Arthur's room when Pete greeted him breathlessly. Not to forget, his shoulders were gripped firmly, as if Pete could no longer stand on his aged knees.

Surprised, Tom looked back. He helped Pete to sit up when he saw his dad's confidant looking so tired. The anger in his eyes turned to anxiety. "What's wrong, Pete? What's going on? Are you sick?"

Pete shook his

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