Vishnu was fast asleep so Jerson decided to go to the address that Harvey sent. It wasn’t far away from his residence. Thinking about it, Jerson knew he trusted the Avialanché too much. He didn't know them until yesterday yet he was doing everything they were telling him to do. It was a foolish move yet he couldn’t just set them aside. He needs them for his plan.Jerson drove his car to his destination. The traffic wasn’t that bad and the road was peaceful. This kind of serenity was suspicious. Just a few days ago, the police authority almost rummage the whole city to find the suspect for the mass murder that happened in a café using the Vuintor Poison. Jerson knew that it was their fight with the Empresarium. Though it was just a form of self-defense, if the evidence would be based on casualty, the people of the Empresarium suffered the most while they didn’t even gain a single scratch from it. The people of Empresarium suffered a great loss. The police authority would make it seem

Jerson didn’t do anything excessive but he felt extremely tired. He didn’t know if it was because of Avialanché and their discussion or if he was just mentally exhausted because of everything he found out. He just wanted to find his parents, believing they would help him feel up the void in his heart. He didn’t want to know anything about his grandfather’s background nor anything related to Clientes Esclavos. He just wanted a reason to stay alive. After eating the meal that Vishnu prepared, they both go to bed. Vishnu hugged his back while sniffing his nape as they lay on his narrow bed. “You smelled nice, Jerson,” Vishnu stated. He kissed Jerson’s nape tenderly like he was worshipping Jerson’s body. Vishnu’s lips were cold and soft, making Jerson moan in pleasure. While Vishnu was repeatedly kissing his nape, the Prosecutor was also squeezing his abs using his left hand while the man’s other hand was tracing his ass. Vishnu was grinding his manhood on Jerson’s covered with cloth a

“That is you, Soviet Kierson Ferrer, the current owner of Clientes Esclavos.”Jerson slammed both of his hands against the table. “What the hell are you talking about?!” he angrily said as he seethed his teeth. “The past owner of the Clientes Esclavos before you, was your grandmother, my wife, Navarre Emerson Ferrer,” the old Ferrer confessed. Jerson was dumbfounded while Harold Ferrer, his grandfather, continued talking. “Your grandmother was part of the mafia.” Harold declared. “Navarre, my wife, is a good person and a good Madam of our family. She’s my light, my savior, my remedy. My wife is a good person but her family wasn’t. Her brother, Wayne, murdered her.” Harold clenched his jaw. “The Oliveira brothers and Wayne Emerson became colleagues soon after their parents and your parents died. After I managed to kill that bastard Wayne, the Oliveira brothers took over that clan. Wayne’s son, Derrick Emerson, became your butler. And that's where all your misfortune happened.”Jerson

TW: SuicideJerson was just staring at the canopy. It’s been hours since Vishnu and Derrick left but the image of them holding hands keeps bugging his mind. Every time he would close his eyes, the way Vishnu passionately kissed Derrick’s neck tended to replay. His body was aching but his heart hurt more. Jerson curled up while lying on the cold floor. He felt dirty. Vishnu said that he was disgusting. Yet after hearing those painful words, he still wished for Vishnu’s happiness. He just couldn’t hurt the man he loves.Everything was breaking him apart. Noah’s betrayal. His parents were dead. His grandmother abducted Alec’s sister. Van never treats him as a friend. His family should be the ones to aid him but were the ones who kept him in the dark. And Vishnu found him as nothing more than a disgusting slut. None of those people who he would risk his own life called. None of them asked if he was okay as if they didn’t know him. Just like before, no one comforted him. And yet, as if

Derrick checked if Jerson had wounds aside from the wound on his right arm. Derrick sighed. Aside from scratches on Jerson’s left hand, and some contusion on his legs, there were no other serious injuries. He didn’t know where he got the wound from but if his intuition is correct, the day Vishnu and Jerson broke up, Jerson already had the wound. Derrick immediately called Valenn. He explained Jerson’s situation and current condition. The best phrase that fits to describe Jerson best right now was broken beyond repair. He was staring at random places. He couldn’t respond to anyone. “What a pitiful young man,” the lady said. Derrick looked at the old lady as she continued, “I am a retired psychiatrist. This man is lost. Too lost that he couldn’t find himself.” The lady stared at Jerson. “Akinetic Catatonia. This is the most common type of catatonia. Someone with akinetic catatonia often stares blankly and won’t respond when you speak to them. If they do respond, they may only repeat