"Who are you? Why do you have my son's phone?" Daniel, Edmund's father, spoke over the phone loudly.Meanwhile, in one of the hospital corridors, a man who was Edmund's driver was nervous and panicked about his surroundings. "Sir, this is me, Aby." He mentioned himself in a voice that was rushed from nervousness."What's wrong with you calling me on Edmund's phone? Where is Edmund now?" Her tone of voice remained as before, completely unchanged.Aby stared into the infirmary. "That's what I wanted to tell you, sir. Mr. Edmund is currently in the hospital. Someone and his condition beat him up is quite severe, sir.""What!" The voice on the other end of the line spoke in a high tone. "What do you mean in the hospital? Who did that to him? How could anyone dare to do that to my son?" Even though their conversation was connected over the phone, Aby could feel Daniel's gripping anger, giving her goosebumps.Aby gulped, suddenly feeling her throat dry and choked. She struggled to continue
Daniel was silent, he held the phone but did nothing, his eyes moved with an indistinct gaze, glancing at his son who lay there holding the pain in his arm and other parts that also looked injured. He was furious, he was angry, but contacting Mr. Charles on this matter, he wasn't sure it was the right thing to do. He was worried he would instead receive an answer that surprised him.Smith saw the oria just staring doubtfully. "If you can't do that, then let me call him directly so you can talk to him." He took out his phone and connected a video phone call to Charles.The sound of the phone ringing was the background of the silence in that place. None of them spoke, each waiting with their own feelings and thoughts."Hello, Mr. Charles." Smith broke the silence as the tone disappeared and Charles' face appeared on the screen.The man who appeared on the phone screen with his usual appearance smiled at Smith. "Yes, Mr. Smith. How can I help you?" He had absolutely no idea about what w
"Alright, get back to work. I'll call you if there's anything else I need. I'll stay here for the time being." Richard confirmed that with Smith, who was on the other end of the line.He found the place suitable for him. The environment was still fairly beautiful, with various green scenery that made him comfortable."Of course, sir, enjoy your time," Smith replied to Richard, ending their call.Richard then left his room and went to an open space from the closed room. Ever since he was there, he kept wanting to be outside, breathing in the fresh air and experiencing firsthand the air in that place, which was much different from the city air.He thought a lot about how far he had come in making changes in his life with what he had done and whether his life was going the way he had hoped."What do people do when their minds feel exhausted?" That had been a frequent question for him lately.During the time he spent in that place, whenever he visited the place there, he always observed t
Edmund was currently still in his room, trying to move his hand repeatedly but his hand muscles were not responding at all. Prayer kept trying and trying until he felt frustrated. "Ah, shit, why is it so hard?!" He tried to grasp and move the drinking glass that was on the small table beside his hospital gurney.But no matter how hard he tried to move his muscles, even his fingers refused to do what his brain told them to do. The glass fell from his failing hand and shattered on the floor, with splinters scattered everywhere."Ah, asshole!" he cursed loudly in annoyance, his chest moving up and down with emotion, as well as his gaze, which seemed sharp and full of hatred. His memory returned to the moment when Richard had broken his hand and pretended to be in front of her. "You damn man! What has he done to me? I can't move my arm at all... argh!" Je screamed hysterically, walking around his bed while bent over, venting his emotions.His eyes reddened, his emotions overflowing with m
The stranger who was ordered by Edmund that day to kill Richard was currently waiting for the detailed information that Edmund provided in the form of Richard's identity, which they needed so that they would know their target precisely and not make a mistake."How have you received it? Have you heard from them?" One of the members who would be working with him was waiting impatiently.The man named Dave shook his head. "Not yet, still no details from them." He stared at his phone, waiting for Edmund's message.Dave at least went with three acquaintances who joined him in carrying out this plan. Together with him, there were a total of four people who would carry out the orders from Edmund. They were all ready in their all-black outfits and hats, wearing similarly colored masks and waiting in the van to get moving.Edmund had previously informed them when they would move. He had told them to get ready and just wait for the signal."Ah, here he is calling me." Dave showed his cell phone
Smith scanned the group of men's faces and was ready to turn his body towards them. "Let me face the master," he said. Hearing how Smith called Richard made Dave stare frantically at his situation. He didn't expect to find a figure he recognized while taking down his target. This was beyond his prediction."Mr. Smith?" He muttered the name softly, with barely a sound coming out.Dave's memories of the man returned to when he first met Smith. Smith had been at odds with him over a job he was doing at one of the places. He remembered well that day he challenged Smith, who looked like a normal guy with neat clothes and organized language. Dave thought that two was not a problem. Confronting an office boy who only worked at a typewriter and a stack of files certainly wouldn't take long. He would have him in a matter of minutes.But his expectations were nil. His estimation wasn't right at all, not even close. Smith astounded her with how neatly he handled the situation. Especially when S
"What is this? What's going on?" Dave stared in shock and panic at the horde of people who came into his yard in two vans.The men were dressed in black uniforms and numbered more than a dozen. Dave couldn't exactly count them because the men continued to emerge from the cars and walked forcibly into his house without his permission as soon as they got off without him being able to stop or stop their home security, whom Dave didn't know existed.In front of him, Dave's guards lay on the front of his gate, blocking them from entering. The men were now mingling around the house, making Dave's wife scream in hysterics and panic at the situation that had befallen them."Husband, what is going on?" The woman stopped with her scream, but still not over with her shock and panic, she walked over to Dave who was just as confused as she was.Dave looked around at the people who came out of nowhere because he had no idea what was happening to him. "I don't know what happened either." He then str
"You're back?" who was in the living room of the primary residence looked at him.Richard nodded at her politely and immediately approached. "Yes. I just got back, father." He then sat there with his father.Throwing a proud smile at him. "I'm glad for what you've accomplished. Now, you've given me even more confidence in you. You proved that you are a member of the Marrison family worthy of that great name. You have not disappointed me." He spoke with passion. Ever since he became a teenager Richard had rarely disappointed his father, he did his best to prove himself, learning everything based on the responsibility that would later be imposed on him. Richard has a high awareness of that, along with that, he is also trying to forget his trauma which to this day still makes his emotions unstable.But it can be said that Richard has been better than before, since the events of that day in front of the pizza truck food shop, he has been able to overcome his emotions a little, because wh