Murderer

Once Anna was settled with Dali and the other two men in the room, Caspian had a chance to leave the hospital for a while, to leave her side for a while. He began to make his way out of the hospital, his footsteps light and unhurried. He didn’t waste a second before getting into his car as he got to the parking lot, immediately turning it on and speeding out of the premises, heading toward the Riordan mansion.

Why was he driving in that direction? He just needed to go see and confirm that indeed Ethan was no more. In less than fifteen minutes, his car drove into the mansion of the Riordan and he threw himself out, marching toward the main door of the house.

“Mr Riordan,” the head servant greeted with a bow as he stepped in. “Welcome.”

“Where is my father?”

“In the living room with your second brother.”

Nodding, he stormed his way to the living room and stopped for a moment when he got in, his eyes falling on the two men who sat opposite each other in the living room. Noticing the unu