The Zettalillion son-in-law's revenge

Framed

A few miles away from the street where the fire outbreak had occurred, a grandiloquent building stood majestically under the blazing sun.

Behind the elegant façade of the glittering glasses, the building exuded an air of grandeur and wealth. But despite its alluring exterior, the interior was a stark contrast, with its suffocating atmosphere and the haggard appearance of a man with dark lines etched on his pale face made things more complicated.

“Sir we can't stay here without doing anything. The press are still on our necks waiting to hear a speech from us," A lady's voice sounded in the room and soon after the crisp clacking of heels resonated in the air.

The man's dull eyes stared into emptiness as they pondered on thoughts only known to them.

“I can't go out there and give a speech, Elis. It's best that I stay here and mourn my son's death in peace. I do not want to hear their nonsense accusations against him," He said as he closed his eyes to seal off a dark memory that threate