Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, my twins had to go to school. On that day, I received a letter from prison. It was from Frank. He said that he was about to be executed, and before he died, he wanted to see me. He had something to say to me. I hesitated for a bit, but I still went. After all, he did help me, even though he ended up on the wrong path in the end. In the inmate visitation room, I saw Frank wearing prison clothes. He had been shaved bald and looked much older. When he saw me, he gave a bitter smile. “You’re here, Mr. Zidane.”“Mr. Clement,” I greeted him. Frank sighed. “I know that you hate me. I hate myself too. If I hadn’t been so greedy and if I hadn’t been blinded by profit, perhaps I could still be by your side, just like before. “Maybe I could’ve watched you get married and have kids. But there are no what-ifs in the world.”He stopped talking for a bit. Then, he stared at me with a pleading look. “Mr. Zidane, I deserve to die, but I have a son
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