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Drrrtt Drrrtt Henry's cell phone, which was in his pocket, vibrated, and immediately startled him. Immediately, Henry took his cell phone from his trouser pocket. Bri, his friend who helps Henry look after Louisa calls him. Panic was instantly apparent on Henry's face. Immediately, he distanced himself from the funeral crowd there. Henry also picked up the call there. "Yes, Bri? What is it? What happened? Is everything okay? Louisa...” Henry asked Bri a lot of questions as soon as he picked up the call there.

Doris could not contain her curiosity but dared not ask until Lora spoke up and asked, "Henry, are you very familiar with Young Master York?" Doris waited eagerly for the answer, as she also wanted to know that. Henry smiled and replied, "Not really!" "Not really? Why does he seem a bit afraid of you then?" Lora asked. "Because I'm more powerful than him," Henry said, smiling. "Alright, stop asking these meaningless questions." He attempted to conclude the conversation. "Just curious," Lora said. Then, a familiar voice appeared, happily saying, "Henry?" Henry was surprised to see Winson.

I chugged it and held it out as she poured another. “That bad, huh?” Thana asked with a grin. “You have no idea.” “How dare you leave me with this asshole, you will pay for this!” Prince Dagon yelled into my head. I bit my tongue as a slash appeared across my chest and healed seconds later. “Your damn right I’ll pay for it.” I thought. I downed the drink again as Thana again filled the horn. “What the hell?” Sáta asked, looking at me, “what was that?”

he said with a smirk, and Phil’s eyes squinted. “Uh- good morning everyone, my name is Henry,” he introduced himself and everyone nodded and he smiled. “Are you friends with Philippe?” the teacher asked and he smirked. “What?” Phil questioned. “Yes, we were friends before he moved here. Nice to see my friend again,” Henry said with a smirk. Phil had his eyebrows furrowed, thinking what this man was trying to do. Did he move here just so he can terrorize Phil again?

May 15, 1810 What a lovely surprise I had today!My dear childhood friend Henry Fitzroy showed up out of the blue to pay me a visit.I have not seen him since my wedding 15 years ago after which he and his wife had left to travel the world, much like Abigail and Arthur had done.Mathilda has taken ill and could not accompany him but both Charles and I sent our warmest regards to her. One thing about his visit gave me food for thought.He said that Fallon scares him and that scares me.Henry has always been an excellent judge of character and for him to say such a thing about a child no less is not to be taken lightly.

Ash gray streaks on his cheeks to make them look sunken in. “How’d you like that last one?” he asked, gesturing over his shoulder at the darkened screen. His voice was honey over broken glass. “Horror Hotel? I stayed there once. Nice place when I got there, but by the time I left, everyone was dying to get out!”

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, letting out a small laugh. “I’m Henry… and you are?” he asked. “I’m Zara. I guess I’m your new neighbor… I’m renting the space on the third floor,” I said. As we walked out of the room, he stopped for just a second. “You must be… Kaden’s new friend?” he asked. I stopped and glanced back, scanning him once more. I couldn't believe my eyes… Henry was the kind of man who left you breathless. He was rugged, with broad shoulders that seemed chiseled from stone and a tan that hinted at a life spent under the sun. His features were rough, sharp, and manly, making him look like he could command a room without even trying. And those eyes… I felt like I’d n

she roared. Henry was a coward who only had the balls to fight when the enemy was his own wife. Against real enemies? His balls would shrink to the size of an atom. Against his relatives? They might as well be nonexistent. He wouldn't even raise his voice against them, no matter how badly they behaved. A dark expression colored his face. "This is part of weddings here in our hometown. If you can't take it, get your ass back home." "Fine, I don't give a fuck about the wedding, then!"

*** Henry was thrown into an abandoned stockroom and dropped; he didn't wake up until late at night. He couldn't move because his hands and feet were caught, and his mouth was full of stinky clothes. Henry ended up lying in rotten dirt inside the stockroom. Henry was terrified out of his mind. His frantic battle failed to free him from the tape. He made an honest effort to get rid of the stinky clothes and depleted his strength to yell for help. He didn't notice the approaching light until his throat became raspy. A couple of nearby residents heard a shout coming from the abandoned house and mustered the courage to come over with spotlights.

Henry was leaning on his seat, his body covered under a blanket. He was skinny and withered. The wrinkles on his neck were distinct and his eyes were sunken and dull, while his face was covered in irregular patches of liver spots. A man like him should be surrounded by his children and grandchildren, reveling in familial joy, but Henry appeared desolate and miserable. Even so, Irene still felt no sympathy because it was all Henry's own fault, and he could not blame anyone else.