Embracing the newfound powerWhen nobody was answering Mr. Larkin’s questions, he became more angry and disturbed. "Miller, what is happening? Can you tell me how you got up there?!" he lashed out, his voice strong and stern.He was stunned, and shouted, "What kind of sorcery is this? Answer me, Miller. Else I’ll call the cops and I'm not joking."Miller remained silent as he felt a wave of power coursing through him, but he was not sure how to control it or what kind of power it was. The ancestor's presence was felt in the background, with a hush of ancient incantations that only he could hear. "Focus, Miller," the ancestor's voice echoed in his mind. "Avoid distraction, it's not over yet.""Can you both leave!!" Miller shouted, his voice filled with anger and desperation. "What are you still doing here?"His mother tried to touch him, but his father held her back. "Stay back! We don't know what he's capable of," he warned.Miller's eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense
Miller’s MisfortuneMiller sat on the edge of his bed, his thoughts were consumed by frustration and anger. Everything tends to be going bad for him. He had no money and no friends. Even his gold business had crumbled, leaving him vulnerable to his chief sponsor’s threats. He is always scared for his life. As he thought about these troubles, he could only blame Kim for what had happened to him, his hatred towards Kim kept growing stronger, making him desire revenge at all cost.The door creaked open, and Mr. Larkin cautiously stepped into the room, concern etched on his face. He couldn't sit back and watch Miller bring strange things into his house. Things he didn't understand or know how to control.“Miller, we need to talk. What's happening to you?” Mr. Larkin said, his voice tinged with uneasiness as he stepped into the scattered room. He didn't want to waste any time or beat around the bush.Miller glanced up, his expression was filled with frustration and anger. "Nothing you'd ge
A way to survive Miller stood up, anger flashing in his eyes. "Thank you for trying to help me, but you can’t help. Just stay out of my business until I leave this house.""Miller, don’t do this. I want to help you, don't shut me out or you will regret it," Mr. Larkin pleaded, his voice filled with concern."No, you need to stay out of it. This is my fight. I don't need you to mock me with it," Miller snapped back, his frustration boiling over.Mr. Larkin took a step closer, his face a mix of worry and confusion. He couldn't understand why Miller would be so arrogant. "You think I’m mocking you? I’m your father, Miller. I’m trying to protect you. Whatever is happening, I need to help you sort it out."Miller shook his head, his anger not having any chance of fading away. "Protect me? Where were you when my business was falling apart? When everything was going wrong? When I was on the run? In fact, you want to rattle me out. And now, you are here to spill nonsense, acting like you car
Beginning of the endHe picked up his phone and stared at it, debating whether to call again. Just then, his phone buzzed with a message from Esther. He was so anxious to pick, hoping he’d get good news from her. He actually thought Kim was still such a gullible person who could be easily swayed by lies and promises. "Hey, sorry for the delay. I’ve spoken with Kim and he suggested that he would like to see you first. He wants you to meet with him and talk to him directly."Miller quickly typed back, his fingers flying over the screen with anxiousness."I'm not sure. But I’ll think about it and get back to you. But please help me talk to him, I'll make everything right again but I need you and Kim to trust me."He waited anxiously for her response. Seconds felt like hours until finally, his phone buzzed again."Okay, I’ll let him know. And I won't promise you but will try." Miller sighed, feeling a bit relieved. He needed to act fast and fool Kim into thinking he was truly remorsefu
Miller’s indecision The next day, Kim woke up early, filled with anticipation. He got dressed quickly, donning a suit that made him look professional but also hid a small recording device. After a quick breakfast, he grabbed his phone and dialed his boss.“Good morning, sir. I need a few of our well-trained men to be sent discreetly to the address Miller agreed on. Just in case, he can't be trusted and we shouldn't let our guards down.” Kim said.“Excellent, Kim. I’m confident this will work out. I’ll send them right away, but please you have to be careful, you are dealing with one of the most notorious criminals in this country.” his boss replied, his voice filled with enthusiasm.Kim nodded his head as if his boss was already there. He thanked his boss and hung up. So, when he finished his preparations, As he was about to leave, Zoey caught him at the door. She had been sleeping and Kim didn't want to wake up. “My love, how can you leave without informing me? That's not fair,” she
Zoey’s recovery At Kim’s house….Zoey continued to receive treatment from Dr. Nancy. Her progress was remarkable. Zoey had started opening up more, willing to share her thoughts and feelings without hesitation. The nightmares that once haunted her nights had decreased, and her confidence was gradually returning. Each session with Dr. Nancy seemed to lift another coating of the trauma that had once engulfed her.Kim was ecstatic about Zoey’s improvement. Seeing her smile more often and hearing her laugh again filled him with joy. She was becoming more like the person he remembered, strong and cheerful. Two days later, however, their peaceful routine was abruptly interrupted.Early that morning, Kim’s phone rang loudly, jolting him awake. He glanced at the screen and saw it was his boss. He wasn't expecting such an emergency call to work, especially since his two-week break hadn't ended yet. With a sigh, he answered.“Kim, I need you to report to the office urgently. There’s a new case
Bunch of betrayals Mr. Larkin couldn't bear the headache Miller was causing him. He sat at the kitchen table, his head in his hands, feeling the weight of the constant stress. His wife, Mrs. Larkin, approached him, sensing his turmoil. "What’s wrong, dear?" she asked gently, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her, his eyes tired and filled with frustration. "I can't put up with Miller anymore. He's become too much for me to handle. I’ve tried, we’ve tried, but nothing seems to get through to him." Mrs. Larkin sighed, knowing this conversation was coming. "I know he's been difficult, but he's our son. We can't just give up on him." Mr. Larkin shook his head, standing up from the table. "It's not about giving up. I’m afraid that with the way he's going, he might cause us a serious problem or worse. He might be the death of us." Mrs. Larkin’s eyes widened in shock. "You don’t mean that. He will change." "I do," he replied firmly. "I've been thinking about i
Father and son The next day, Mr. Larkin was determined to uncover the truth about Miller’s origins. It was already difficult, but he had to try. His first stop was the hospital where he and his wife had adopted Miller many years ago. Walking into the hospital brought back a flood of memories. He remembered the joy of bringing Miller home, the hope they had for their family. Now, that hope felt shattered. He approached the reception desk, his heart pounding. “Excuse me,” he said to the nurse behind the desk. “I need to speak with someone about an adoption that took place here years ago.” The nurse looked at him curiously. “Do you have an appointment?” “No, I don’t,” Mr. Larkin admitted. “But it’s urgent. I need to find information about my son’s biological parents.” The nurse hesitated. “I’ll see if someone is available to help you. Please have a seat.” Mr. Larkin sat down, his mind racing. He knew this was a long shot, but he had to try. After a few minutes, a doctor approached