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He Treads on His Uncle
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2024-11-09 12:59:52Froy swallowed harshly while glancing at Abihirt's shoulder and Chicao's body in turn. His uncle didn't even turn around as he spoke, as if making eye contact was something he avoided.
The question just now seemed to Froy like an original template, and he had to find a way to get rid of the remaining parts—still so high between them. Now he had found a promising prospect. At least thinking that there would be a full confession from Abihirt. Fuck as he started to step, but that only drew Abihirt's attention to turn his head. Let his uncle witness everything that was about to be done. Froy immediately grasped the axe. This was indeed too crazy. A sardonic grin tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew Abihirt had detected anything—being a possibility between them and probably considered the closest prospect as impossible. "Perhaps your beloved dog will cure you of your amnesia about your and Moreau's relationship, Uncle. You stood at the window and silently wa
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Froy slowly took a step back, still staring at Abihirt a foot away from him, but not a single ounce of courage to take action; other than to continue the remaining steps ahead at a fast trot. "Froy!" Abihirt hissed in pain without ever leaving a trace of the back's existence in the distance. Froy never looked back until his body turned the corner and was lost between the walls of the house. Insolent bastard. There was always worse and the man had just declared chaos. Abihirt's fingers immediately grazed the wound on his shoulder, it felt like it was leaving a shock to the tense nerves. With his throat moving faintly, he silently watched the thick viscous liquid. It would be bad news when he ran out of blood so much, soon walking tentatively—after all, he had to, leaving Chicao there. The barking of dogs could be heard, but Abihirt continued to walk while holding on to the wall of the house. Legs that were already much better would bring Chicao merely following behind. At least t
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When Abihirt was about to open the door to the room, Moreau found her mother speaking up immediately. "Sit on the sofa first, you're bleeding a lot." The woman's hand gesture looked disgusted as it touched her own husband's arm. Barbara did not like the smell of blood. Especially if the deep red stain had made an impact on the tips of her fingernails. Fortunately, Abihirt didn't say anything else. Seemed to have gotten used to it. The serious anticipation in Barbara regarding the situation here was not a big surprise. "What happened?" This time Gloriya's voice surfaced. No idea where the woman appeared from, but her expression was no less frightened after noticing Abihirt's poor condition. Those gray eyes were even staring very intently. Froy was suspected to be the main culprit. As a mother Gloriya had to understand that there was a limit to the tolerance that the woman could not continue to give. "Your favorite son just did something bad to his uncle.
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Again. Gloriya didn't give up. Trying to push, even though everything Abihirt did was too quiet. The man's pent-up emotions seemed to be within the bounds of normal handling. Gloriya would not find anything else beyond a brief accomplishment. The fact that Abihirt had no interest in simply saying something was the worst problem. Probably should have waited. Confused. Wishing for something to not actually happen. Moreau glanced around when she realized her mother had returned. The woman was carrying a soaking container along with a soaked cloth. Bending down, the object was immediately placed on the table. "Can you do this, Moreau?" An unexpected question required Moreau to blink several times. It took her a moment to understand her mother's implied request. "Me?" She asked engulfed in a swarm of memories about her mother's principles. Of things to avoid and... no more words were spoken other than beckoning eye contact. Moreau immediately tucked her long
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It was a good thing that Abihirt understood not to leave an impression. The man turned half a face away, trying to stare at the wound behind the shoulder accompanied by a pale color that was quite alarming. "Next time try to put yourself first. What if Froy were to fatally wound a part of your body? I can't imagine what would happen. Gloriya can't you call Froy and tell him to come here?" All of Barbara's advice ended with a solution that the woman wanted to solve. Perhaps it should be that way. Moreau didn't want to interfere with matters that were tied up, while she would also find Gloriya sighing in despair. She shook her head vaguely, as if thinking of the best words. "I'll try to contact Froy. But Abi, can you drop the idea of reporting him to prison?" Indecision and the intention to negotiate were what Gloriya needed right now. Froy's mistake was fatal, though it seemed the woman still wanted to mount a defense. "That boy deserves a lesson."
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"Moreau, can you call Abi for a moment? He might still be in the room. Or if not, you could look for him in the front yard.” It took a while before Moreau finally acquiesced. Slowly, placing one of the empty glasses she had just downed... onto the bar table. It was worth underlining Barbara's statement; Abihirt was probably still in the room. There would certainly be a serious talk after they discovered Gloriya had left the countryside, and... coincidentally the meat cleaver Iwas missing from where it was supposed to be. Something that must have been a great fear in Gloriya's mind when the woman imagined the evidence could corroborate the lawsuit against Froy. Moreau was sure that was what Barbara would be talking about. It was important to uphold justice. She quickly stepped out of the kitchen, while her mother prepared her husband's special breakfast. At the very least, it was a relief that Barbara did not harbor the slightest suspicion; about some of the things
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"You may really love Chicao. But my mother and Aunt Gloriya are right. Isn't it too dangerous to let Froy hurt your shoulder like yesterday? What if the axe Froy used broke your hand instead? What if—" "Why, are you afraid no one else will hit your ass hard?" Moreau's voice caught in the back of her throat. Damn it, that wasn't what she meant at all. Abihirt's question just now made her lips half-open, then close instinctively almost unable to face the best prospect of simply arguing. Maybe she should really prepare herself, even if she would end up finding a bit of a shortcut. "You know that's not what I meant. Or you just don't care, but my mom—" There was barely any warning when suddenly a peck landed on her lips. Moreau instantly fell silent. Quite surprised. Trying to understand what was left behind. However, Abihirt's demeanor was still too calm to give her any clues. "What were you doing just now?" She asked in a demanding tone. The man would hav
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