Chapter 75

Lucas added all the trauma together and he was depressed as he began to feel bothered.

Lucas locked his room so no one could get in.

Lucas turned to his table and saw Harbert's photo.

Lucas sat over the bed looking into his both palms.

So he doesn't have a child anymore.

A tear rolls off his eyes in return.

Lucas wished he had Harbert even though he wasn't his child.

Lucas carried Harbert's photo looking at him.

Lucas cried more.

"I failed you... I am so sorry." He cried looking at him.

Lucas went towards where he hung his suit.

Lucas got hold of it, dipping his hand into his pockets as he removed a lashing Whip and powdered pepper which his father used to train him with when he was little to become a killing machine... An assassin.

Lucas was never a child that listened to his father's wishes… He always did what he wanted to, this is sincerely where all his life problems came from.

Lucas was not even with him till he died.

Stubborn him needing to be punished.

Lucas got a bowl of hot w