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My eyes stayed wide open, burning with fury that had nowhere left to go. The sound of gagging erupted behind Dad. The staff broke apart, covering their mouths as they turned away. Dad stepped closer, staring at the body hanging from the chains. His eyes bulged in horror. "What the hell is that?" He stared at the mangled flesh, where bone shards jutted out, looking unnaturally white. Even I couldn't deny how disgusting it looked. Marcus' voice broke as he finally yelled, "Alpha Jack, it's Ava! She's dead!"

I continued, "How helpless do you think he felt? We were just one minute away—a mere 60 seconds! He must have been bitterly disappointed to hear all the venom you spewed while he lay dying in the back seat. "You drugged your own father—the man who loved you most—all for one man! You truly have no conscience, Cindy!" Cindy clutched her head, broke down, and wailed, "Stop talking! Shut up! I want you to shut up! I was wrong, Dad! It's all my fault! I shouldn't have done it! "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I was wrong…" She collapsed to the floor and huddled into a ball, shaking uncontrollably.

“I'm moving forward. I hope you can too.” Soren was silent for a long while. “Next month is our parents' death anniversary. Will you go back?” “Two years ago, I wasn't there for it. I'm sorry.” For a moment, I was thrown back to the day I had stood in the old cabin our parents left behind, holding my phone and waiting for them to come home. That day, Soren and Kaiden had chosen to stay at the hospital with Lia, who only had a mild fever, instead of remembering the daughter my parents had once loved most.

"Lily, do you understand what you did wrong?" My father's cold words yanked me back to reality. I froze, my voice hoarse. "Wrong? What did I do wrong?" His expression darkened slightly. "Five years, and you still don't understand how hard it is to earn money? When we faked our deaths and went abroad, it was to teach you—money always runs out, one day there's no more to earn, one day there's nothing left to spend. Now you understand. Good—so we can return home."

I laughed. Because that was ridiculous. I would have remembered if Garith was my grandfather. My dad talked about him enough. “Come on.” My dad just shook his head and looked at me. “Are you sure uyou heard the name Garith?” I nodded. “I’m sure.” I pulled my phone back out. “Rick found this.” I handed him my phone, and he clicked the email. His eyes darting back and forth over the screen as he read. “This can’t be real.” My dad whispered to himself. “My father was killed by the King.”

she said with a straight face. A memory flashed into my head: the day my father died, the wide grin on his face. I had always wondered why a dying man would be so happy, and today I found the answer: He was finally free. “If my happiness doesn’t matter, then to hell with the chairman seat. To hell with the name Dawson. To hell with everything in this bitter life.” “Watch your mouth, young man. Your father worked hard for that. He died for this company.” “Should I die for it too?”

“ shouted his father. Rubbing his jaw, Liam staggered to his feet and spat, “The day you are laid in the ground, old man, I shall shut down your f*cking wh*rehouse.” And before his shocked father could respond, he had stormed off, with St Just behind him. And he had done exactly that a few months later when his father died of a massive cardiac arrest. *

‎My father buried what? ‎I shook my head slowly, feeling my breath come out in small, broken pieces. “Zayden… what are you talking about? My dad, he’s strict, annoying, bossy, controlling, yes, but he’s not… some mafia undertaker. He doesn’t bury groups. He buries documents. People in his emails. Maybe his conscience.” ‎ ‎Zayden didn’t smile. He didn’t even blink. ‎And that scared me more than anything. ‎

I yelled, what a joke my dad who hugged me, before I left for the airport two days ago, here they are telling me bullshits. "He is dead Andrea believe it or not." Gertrude announced without sugar coating her word. I didn't feel any remorse coming from that voice. I glared at her, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes, they did it! am finally breaking down. "He died of a brain tumor." I didn't care anymore, I felt like fainting. "What did you do to him?" my gaze was fierce, my dad couldn't just die like that, He is a strong and a wise man.

Now, he had another identity—a murderer. Alfred immediately led people into the garage after getting the order. After a few nights of decomposition, the stench of my corpse grew stronger, making the entire garage unbearably putrid. Everyone covered their noses, and some even threw up. "What is that smell? It's unbearable. Oh my god." "Who shat in here?" My father, Queenie, and Rosie were walking at the back. They also frowned at the stench. However, seeing the household helpers lose their composure in front of my father triggered his dignity.