THE HAND IN THE DARK

Alex's father Immediately stood up from his chair, at the last row of the section arranged for the Winthrop family.

No matter how much he and Alex hated each other, he was still his father. There was a time he also wanted Alex dead, but now that the moment finally came before him, he felt distressed.

A soft hand caught his wrist, holding him firmly.

She gave him a stern look, warning him with her eyes. And like a puppet being manipulated by a master puppeteer, he slowly sat down, while his second wife smiled victoriously, patting his arm.

“That's it, good boy. He's no longer your son, or a part of this family. I have given you a son, and a daughter, you don't need him. He has been dead for a while, just ignore it.” She whispered, smiling warmly at him.

“Karen, don't force me to go on a rampage here. For the sake of your guests, you better postpone this madness.” Alex said coldly, tightening his arms on Eleanor.

“The words of a dead man. Dear cousin, you can't escape today. Every momen
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