Vindictive Dr Rhys

12. What Exactly Is The Plan?

"Think about it, son," Mum says, placing a kiss on his left cheek.

He nodded, his deep frown still etched on his face. "I will," he mumbled in response.

"Oh, and please do something about your looks." She suggests not liking how unpresentable he looks.

He fought a chuckle. "That won't be necessary now, will it?"

Judging by the circumstances at hand, Rhys is still trying to make sense of the mission and put the two together with his plans in hand.

She laughs, "So I'll take that as yes, then? You are willing to do this?"

He shrugs, "Maybe."

"I believe in you, son. I know how overwhelming it is for you. Having to relive the life that had almost cost you everything," Mom says in concern.

He hummed, unsure of how to respond to her.

"I know how badly you want your revenge, but you need to act smarter than you already are. You're the toughest amongst your brothers, Rhys," she breathes out. "You've always been the obstinate, nonchalant one, right from when you were kids. Sometimes I had worri