Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar Chapter 344

The Truth

In the Flaherty Family cemetery.

The stone tombs were arranged in an orderly manner, and all belonged to deceased members of the Flaherty family.

Only those who were lineal could be buried in this cemetery. Relatives of the Flaherty family were not allowed to be buried here unless they had made great contributions.

Among them was a stone tomb with an inscription on it that said, “From the very beginning, this man didn’t pass his exam three times; later, while practicing martial arts, the hilt slipped, and his little finger was accidentally broken; later, he studied medicine and finally made some achievements and created a good prescription by himself. But after taking it, he died.”

John couldn’t help but laugh when he saw this. This elder of the Flaherty family was quite talented, being able to prescribe drugs to kill himself. He deserved to be remembered.

However, he did not understand why Alexandra had brought him here.

Alexandra didn’t say a word and strode in front of John. She didn’t care if he had caught up, leaving only her back to him.

Alexandra didn’t stop until she arrived in front of the most smooth stone tombstone. She stared blankly at the stone tomb.

Compared to the other tombstones, this stone tomb was clearly the newest. It shouldn’t exceed twenty to thirty years.

There were a few big words carved on the stone tablet. Tomb of the beloved daughter, Aviana

Flaherty!

John seemed to realize something. He was amused by the inscription on that tomb just now, but nervousness and unease seized him at that moment.

He did not wish for his guess to come true.

However, the ominous premonition in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, and he was about to suffocate.

Alexandra stared at the tomb with a complicated look in her eyes. She didn’t turn back to John. “Aviana is my sister and your mother,” she said softly.

Boom!

Such a casual sentence was like a bolt of lightning from the blue, striking straight at John.

His mother already

That was impossible!

This couldn’t be true!

his head, his face as white as a sheet, his heart pounding

Alexandra must be kidding!

“Are you sad?”

was only now that she turned to look at John. Seeing him in a daze, she mocked, “Do you know who killed my

moment and looked

tightly that his fingernails tore the flesh on

mother had died, let

Damn it!

surged from John’s body like a sharp sword that’d condensed countless dark resentments, soaring

He was furious!

Overwhelming rage!

continued, “You also know that you are angry. You also hate the murderer,

on her so much that even I couldn’t help being jealous. Do you know how sad my father was when he learned of my

murderer into pieces and grind his bones to

He

looked

“Tell me!”

to its peak. The entire burial ground

anger

the souls of the

next words shattered

killed my sister is your

What?

intent and hatred that’d accumulated to the

murderer of his

What was going on?

to have seen through his thoughts and said with a sneer, “You want to know the reason, and

accept the fact that his daughter had passed away and the murderer was missing. When he saw you, he felt sick because that person’s blood was also flowing in your

just an infant, I felt sorry for you. So, before my father made his