It was a dark and windy night. The moon was casting a dim and cold glow on everything beneath it.
As agreed, Cornelius arrived at the study on the second floor of Primrose Manor. Preston was already waiting there, as expected. His lonely shadow on the floor was like a ghostly figure that had returned from hell to seek revenge.
"Dad, I am your son, after all. I really never thought that you'd be so cruel toward me."
Preston sat languidly on the couch. He grinned sinisterly. "I have always been respectful toward you. I have toiled hard for the corporation too. Yet, you're kicking me out because I have become handicapped? Aren't you being too heartless?"
Cornelius suddenly sensed that something was wrong. He turned around to open the door but found that he couldn't pull it open!
"Stop wasting your energy. Without my permission, you're not taking a single step out of Primrose Manor." Preston put a cigarette between his lips. However, he remembered that he no longer had a hand to light
