As the woman pressed for a definitive answer, her voice echoed in the room. Grandpa Richard, who had been lying in the hospital bed, opened his eyes gradually. His feeble voice carried a hint of determination as he responded, "He wouldn't dare leave. My blood still flows in his veins, a legacy he cannot escape. I would never allow it. We are not a family that shirks its responsibilities. Unbelievable."The room fell into a stunned silence at Grandpa Richard's unexpected declaration. The significance of his words lingered in the air, as if generations of family history and values were at stake. Everyone present was taken aback by this unexpected turn of events, as if the very essence of their family's legacy hung in the balance. The mere act of Grandpa Richard opening his eyes after days of unconsciousness seemed to hold greater weight than anyone had imagined.As the words "Grandpa, uncle, father, brother-in-law" tumbled out of their mouths simultaneously, their voices laced with sho
After the news of Grandpa Richard's passing hit the family like a storm, Ethan felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on his shoulders. He approached Grandpa Richard's casket with a heavy heart, whispering a silent promise to fulfill the last wish of the family patriarch. "I will do everything in my power to find Tristan and bring him to justice, dead or alive," Ethan vowed, his voice tinged with determination.As he stood by Grandpa Richard's grave, Ethan's thoughts raced with memories of happier times, contrasted sharply with the darkness that Tristan had brought into their lives. Grandpa Richard's final words echoed in Ethan's mind, fueling his resolve to see justice served. "I don't want to see his face, I just want him to suffer for his sins. Because I might become a murderer if I set my eyes on him," Grandpa Richard had confided in Ethan, passing on a burden of vengeance that now lay heavily on Ethan's shoulders.Ethan nodded solemnly, understanding the depth of Grandpa
Grandpa Tristan's face contorted with fury at the henchman's revelation. His eyes blazed with intensity as he berated himself for letting his guard down. "Damn it! How could I let my guard down? Go and inform the boys not to shoot. If anything happens to my Raymond and my grandchildren, I will eradicate your entire bloodline," he thundered, his voice laced with menace. His clenched fists trembled with pent-up aggression, a visible manifestation of his seething anger.The henchman scrambled to comply with Grandpa Tristan's orders, his fear palpable as he hurriedly relayed the command to the other thugs. Meanwhile, Grandpa Tristan's actions betrayed a sense of urgency as he seized his gun and made a beeline for Andre, Gladys's son. The tension in the warehouse reached a boiling point as the sounds of footsteps and whispered commands filled the air, signaling the imminent showdown that loomed on the horizon. The stakes had never been higher, and the looming threat of violence hung heavy
"Just drop that gun," Ethan thundered, his authoritative voice echoing through the room. Grandpa Tristan chuckled in disbelief at the situation unfolding before him. If someone had told him this was the trick they were going to play to get to him, he would have denied it without a second thought.Despite the tension in the air, Tristan chose to remain strong and not yield to the deception at play. "I said turn yourself in and stop flaunting. I am not joking. Tell this idiot to drop their guns," Uncle Raymond interjected, his voice laced with authority as he shot a warning bullet into the air.Ethan stood frozen, his shock palpable in the charged atmosphere. The gravity of the situation intensified as the standoff continued, each character poised for the next move.As Ethan watched in horror, Uncle Raymond's resolve seemed unshakable. "Uncle, what if you hurt yourself?" he asked, his voice filled with concern and disbelief at the drastic turn of events."I don't care if I die here. I w
~TV report stationAfter few months Ethan appeared on the television show, his presence commanding the attention of viewers across the nation. The bright lights of the studio glinted off his composed expression as the host prepared to delve into his past experiences."Mr. Ethan, the public is eager for answers. How did you feel after capturing your father's murderer?" the host inquired, her voice tinged with a note of curiosity. Ethan's chest rose and fell with a deep breath before he began to speak, his words carefully chosen."It was a significant moment for me, a victory in many ways," Ethan replied calmly, his gaze steady. "I felt a mix of emotions - excitement, closure, and a sense of justice served. It was a journey that took me down memory lane, reminding me of the past and the challenges I have overcome." His words held a weight of experience, a reflection of the trials he had faced and conquered.The host smiled understandingly, her expression a mix of admiration and empathy
Chapter oneAs the radiant sun stretched its golden rays across the land, Ethan, a young man with a bowed head, tentatively clothed himself in tattered garments. The atmosphere inside his abode bore witness to the aftermath of tears, casting a crimson hue upon the walls. “I can't discern your words clearly! What in the world is it that you want?” bellowed Mrs. Williams, Ethan's formidable mother-in-law. Her voice resonated with such ferocious anger that it seemed to pierce through the surrounding walls. Ethan bowed his head as he glared at his mother-in-law through his eyelashes, his body was shaking as he tried as much as he could to bottle up his anger. “I need money for my mother's medication…" he said, trying as much as he could to be polite.Mrs. Williams responded with a cruel burst of laughter, callously dismissing his request. Then, slowly rising from her seat, she glanced around the room before her eyes settled upon Claire, Ethan's wife, “Can you see what you got married
Chapter Two“Me?” Ethan asked.The man nodded, which made Ethan's brows furrowed even more.“I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person, bro. I don't think we've crossed paths before” he said.He raised his left eyebrow as the man let out a chuckle. Ethan tilted his head as he struggled to recall any prior encounter with this enigmatic figure. The man, seemingly unperturbed by Ethan's lack of recognition, emitted a dry chuckle that reverberated through the air. “You don't know me,” the man responded, his tone both confident and mysterious. “But I know you too well, young Master. I am here to assist you in reclaiming what you have lost.” Ethan's skepticism surged within him, causing him to scoff in disbelief. He couldn't help but question whether this stranger truly believed he had the luxury of time to waste on such far-fetched claims. “I don't understand,” Ethan replied, confusion evident in his voice. “Reclaim what exactly? How can you approach a random stranger, and claim to want to
Chapter Three:The atmosphere in the room was tense as the manager struggled to find the right words to express his remorse. His head was bowed, effortlessly showing the weight of guilt resting on his shoulders.“I'm truly, sir.” he apologized, “I deserve to die for embarrassing you like this,” his voice filled with genuine remorse. Ethan, taken aback by the manager's words, wore a bewildered expression on his face. The manager's unexpected apology left him momentarily speechless. “Who are you apologizing to? Me?” Ethan asked in a surprised tone. Mr. Johnson, on the other hand, erupted in anger at Ethan's response. His face turned red, and his voice boomed throughout the room like a speaker.“Why would he even apologize to you? What do you think of yourself?” Mr. Johnson's fury was visible. The manager, still on his knees, pointed a trembling finger at Ethan before rising momentarily to defend him. “Yes, sir. It is him that I apologize to. It was my mistake, and he bore the brunt