Freedom

"What the hell! Joe Salvatore!!!!"

"How...???" One of the people gasped, mouth wide open as they stared at the middle aged man who slowly stepped into the hall, looking like a war lord.

"Wh... Jacob, did you hear that?" Theresa who was still nearby heard the gasps of the one name that haunted her even in her dream and believed she was hallucinating.

"Huh? Hear what exactly?" Oblivious to the names being gasped out, Jacob asked as he stared around.

He was casually taking in everyone's appearance but suddenly, his eyes were glued straight on the one person that had just stepped into the hall.

"M...mother, who is that? Why does he look so much like sis?" Jacob repeatedly tapped his mother's arm as he tipped his head forward in Salvatore's direction.

Theresa immediately turned to look and the moment she saw who it was, her aura seemed to change drastically.

It looked like she was about to murder the one man who was now slowly making his way towards them.

"Umm...what is going on? Mother