AN HOSPITAL*

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"I'm coming for you too, Banks... I'll kill you!" He said, laughing sickly.

The laughter was continuous for minutes, and when he took another look at the grave, he stopped, remembering what he found out earlier.

He recognized the tattoo on the arms of the hitmen during the beating he received, so he searched for their location and went in search of them after leaving the stadium earlier.

Luckily for him, he found them, and after offering them millions on their table, they easily told him the name of the one who sent them.

Immediately he heard Rue's name, he went crazier, and he was literally hyperventilating with fury as he drove home, only for her to provoke him again.

Well she's finally gone, and she deserves everything.

He spat on the grave before jumping in his car, driving out of the forest.

Minutes after he left, the trenchcoat and vans figure appeared from behind a tree.

He stopped when he got to the grave, then he squatted there like he's thinking of what to do.

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AN HOSPITAL*

Jeremy's car halted softly in front of the building, and he came out of the car, looking responsible in his new clothes.

He actually went back home to change and cleanup the blood before coming here.

He faked a tensed look as he walked into the hospital, stopping by the reception.

"Mr. Diaz, is he any better?" He asked.

"Oh...are you Jeremy? His son?" A nurse replied.

"Yeah, why?" He asked, hoping the next news would be his father's death, but he was disappointed.

"He's recovering fast... I'll take you to the ward" the nurse offered.

"Thanks" he smiled gratefully, but the smile disappeared immediately they began walking to the ward.

"Bullshit" he muttered.

"Are you talking to me?" The nurse asked.

"No" he replied simply, entering the ward alone.

Mr. Diaz is in bed, receiving blood from a blood bag hung on the drip stand, and his monitor is beeping soundly.

His head is bandaged, and he looks weak in bed. The maid is sitting beside him, but she spranged up when Jeremy came in.

"What did you tell the doctors?" Jeremy questioned with a glare.

"I told them... he's... He fell in the bathroom" she replied skittishly, and Jeremy smiled immediately, touching her face.

She quickly shifted back.

"Aren't you such an obedient maid?" He chuckled, and the maid swallowed.

"What about... Miss Rue?" She asked.

The smile cleared from Jeremy's face.

"She's on a trip to Singapore, to see our grandparents" he replied, focusing on Mr. Diaz.

"Huh?" The maid looked up unbelievably.

"Enough questions...now go out, I need to talk to papa" he said, and she stepped back before finally leaving the ward.

Jeremy moved closer to the bed and tapped Mr. Diaz on the arm.

His eyes opened, and he tried to grab Jeremy by the arm immediately, but Jeremy caught his hand strongly.

"I regret not aborting you in your mother's womb back then...I should have gotten rid of you long ago ... you're... useless" he said with heavy painful breaths.

"Really? Too bad cos the only child you consider useful is dead. Her screams were delicious to my ears as I stabbed her repeatedly for....was it nine or ten times?" Jeremy smiled dementedly.

Mr. Diaz couldn't believe his ears as he tried to stand, but Jeremy pushed him back, and he broke down in tears.

"What did you do to Rue! What did you do satan!!"

"I sent her to our mother up there, aren't I such a good son?" He replied, grinning slowly.

Mr. Diaz opened his mouth to talk again, but Jeremy dropped a pill inside, and the man gagged so much, drool escaping his mouth for seconds before he finally went unconscious again.

"You don't deserve to die fast, be in pains till I click the button" Jeremy smiled, and the monitor began beeping fast.

Jeremy left the bedside, and doctors rushed in .

"Help! I think I'm losing him! Do something!" Jeremy cried.

The doctors got to work, trying to make him stable again.

Jeremy wiped his tears as he walked out of the ward, meeting the maid by the door.

"Stay with him, he'll be here for a looong time" he touched her face again before walking out of the hospital.

He was humming happily as he drove out of the hospital, feeling on top of the globe.

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