Having received Tamon's orders, Jet gestured for the blackguards to advance, intent on subduing Frank and Vicky."Stand back!" Vicky snarled viciously as they got closer and whipped out a black handgun from under her bed, bringing it to bear at Jet. "I'll shoot if you take another step!"She then wheeled on Tamon. "Starting with you, geezer!""Are you challenging me?!" Tamon bellowed furiously."Put down your gun!" Quentin snapped as well. "Don't make a bigger mistake than you already did!"On the other hand, Wes was laughing as he strode toward Vicky. "Hah! Kill me if you can. I really doubt you'll shoot!"Bang!Everyone was left staring in shock as Vicky shot Wes squarely in the chest.The man did not even realize he was shot until he looked down and found a hole on his chest. He was bleeding straight from the heart.He collapsed to the floor right then, shock still showing on his face as he died."Are you crazy, Vicky?!"Tamon and Quentin were left gaping—Vicky had real
Fortunately, Jet was prepared—projecting his pure vigor over himself as much as he could, he managed to stop Vicky's bullet.However, it still struck him in the chest, shattering a rib and leaving him collapsing miserably.Tamon finally saw that Vicky was not budging and decided to change tactics.Turning away from Vicky, he wheeled on Frank and bellowed, "Frank Lawrence! You murdered Sif Lionheart, heiress to the main Lionheart family! Are we Turnbulls supposed to bear that cross for you?!""Enough already."Frank finally moved, though only to put a hand on Vicky's gun and shake his head at her.If things continued like this, there would really be no turning back.He understood Vicky's intentions too, but he would still rather she did not go on a killing spree."I didn't murder Sif Lionheart… But I can and am willing to take the blame," he told the Turnbull elders and executives, holding up a hand and stopping Vicky before she could interrupt."Since I'm taking the blame," he
"Please, Glen…" Tamon reasoned. "He murdered Sif Lionheart, an heiress of the Lionhearts! They will come after us! You need to see the big picture here!""The big picture…"Glen paused, but he soon chuckled in disdain and passed Tamon an opened letter. "Why don't you read this letter that the Martial Alliance just delivered?""Please be informed that the mayor of Morhen sends his apologies for misblaming the Turnbull family…"As Tamon kept reading, his face stiffened, and he dropped limply to the floor when he saw the Morhen mayor's personal signature at the bottom, dumbstruck.Quentin quickly asked, "Dad, who's that letter from? What does it say?""I-It's from the mayor…"Tamon gulped. "He found out everything, and the Lionhearts admitted the truth, while putting the blame entirely on Sif… They're saying that Titus killed her to make amends, even delivering her body to the mayoral residence…""Hmph. Stubborn fools." Glen snorted as he took back the letter. "The Lionhearts are
Noticing Walter's gratitude, Frank smiled but shook his head—it was nothing.Still, he felt a pang of guilt toward Silverbell. She would definitely have been made to pay for harboring Walter.On the other hand, the Turnbull elders and executives were quickly expressing their disapproval at Walter for thanking Frank."Walter, it's all thanks to Titus Lionheart that you've returned safely! He killed his own sister in the name of justice and exposed the truth. You would otherwise still be in custody!""Exactly! Why would you thank Frank? If Titus didn't clear this misunderstanding, you wouldn't have made it back to us.""He must have gotten a good word from the mayor.""Tut, tut. It seems that Titus is serious about Vicky and our family. I mean, killing his own sister in the name of justice!" "Probably because Walter is Vicky's father, don't you think?""Oh, such loyal devotion! What a shame, Vicky…""Heh. Unlike a certain someone who's nothing more than some doctor without pr
Walter then continued, "When the Martial Alliance took me, Mr. Lawrence was the one who stepped up. He threatened their chief Lady Silverbell, saying that he would fight them on the spot if she refused to protect me!" "And Lady Silverbell agreed to it, even though it meant braving the wrath of Morhen's mayor. Hell, as she kept me in custody, she told me so much about Mr. Lawrence, and I've come to realize that we're the ones who don't deserve him."Turning and leveling Frank a troubled look, Walter wiped a tear as he asked with a choking voice, "I'm sorry, but can I count on you to take care of Vicky from now on? Is that too much to ask for?""Of course not." Frank smiled, nodding repeatedly."Oh, thank you…" Walter sighed. "Whatever happens now, Frank… You will have a home wherever I may be.""Yeah," Frank nodded, feeling warmth in his heart thanks to Glen and Walter, even though it had recently grown cold toward the Turnbulls."Last but not least…" Walter suddenly added quie
Frank left Turnbull Estate alone the next day.He never told anyone where he was going as he drove alone to a mansion in the outskirts of Morhen.The mansion was modest in size but stood in the middle of a small forest—a quiet and clean environment far removed from the bustling city.Frank's heart calmed considerably just from seeing it, and he stepped through the front door to find a faint tea fragrance wafting from the drawing room.An ancient, familiar voice spoke from the door. "Ah, you're here." "Yeah," Frank replied as he strode in to see his father, the Lord of the Southern Woods, seated primly.He had an antique tea cup beside his fingers, and Frank had picked up its aroma earlier."You should sit." A pretty silhouette appeared out of nowhere with another cup of tea, putting it respectfully on the opposite end where Godwin Lawrence was seated.Frank turned to see that it was none other than Silverbell, and he wanted to thank her for protecting Walter Turnbull but could
Frank finally gave in to his curiosity and frowned. "You called me here just for tea?!"He had thought a lot about his father along the way here, that pleading look in his eyes and claiming that his days were numbered…"What, is there a problem?" Godwin smiled after having another sip of his tea. "Silverbell brews good tea. You can ask her to brew it for you from now on.""Whatever!" Frank sniffed and turned to leave.He really thought his father would at least explain himself, but he once again treated him like a child as he always did, saying nothing.Silverbell watched as she left and turned worriedly toward Godwin. "Is this really alright?""What's not alright?" Godwin smiled and took another sip of his tea. "Don't worry—I've left everything to him that I should, and as they say, ignorance is bliss. If I tell him anything now, he'd be storming our enemy's doorstep and just get himself killed.""Yeah." Silverbell nodded in agreement despite her conflict, since she knew ve
Clearing her throat, Helen said, "I'll send you the address. You can head over now. Remember, you're signing the contract, but only after the video conference is over. Do you understand?""Yep," Frank nodded, then turned to glance at the serene mansion and sighed.It turned out that he traveled all this way for tea…Still, he did not drag his feet and drove to the address Frank gave him in his Maybach.When he entered the designated cafe half an hour later, he found a familiar face right then and was stunned. "You're the one from Waver Street…"It was indeed Clarity, wearing a tight black skirt and a blouse with a low neckline and taking a sip of her coffee elegantly.Her red lips parted in a smile when she saw Frank, and she licked her finger as she breathed charmingly, "I'm surprised we meet again so soon, handsome."Frank was not flinching but was merely surprised.He looked around, but as she was the only customer, Clarity must be the client.As Frank walked over to her an