Chapter 1138

Anthony Moriarty was spending a weekend with his family—his father, his wife, and his little daughter were with him. It was one of those rare weekends when he could sneak away to relax a bit. What he didn't count on was a piece of news that would shake up his plans, at least for a moment.

"Babe... Hey, you've got a call!" said Angela Moriarty, handing her husband the phone.

"Yes, speaking..."

"Mr. Moriarty?"

"This is he," said Anthony as he dried his hair after getting out of the pool.

"We're calling from the geriatric care clinic..."

"Oh," Moriarty replied upon hearing that.

He quickly walked toward the garden, trying to put some distance between

himself and his family. It was a delicate topic, and he didn't like involving them in

it.

"Go ahead," said Moriarty once he was far enough away.

"We're calling to inform you that Mr. Frank Levett has passed away..."

"Wow. For a moment I thought it was something else. You already have instructions on what to do when that happened, so I don't really get why you're calling."

"Mr. Levett left some letters for you..."

that blind and

whenever you're able. Unless you prefer we mail

be necessary. I'll make room in my schedule and come by as soon

up, his wife wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, noticing

trying to soothe whatever

man

wasted away in the

or chop off his head. No one dismembered him or dissolved him in acid. No, his death came in a room

the kind of place where most old men go to live out their final days. A place where they can still interact with others

been hell. Without all his senses, the man suffered from delusions.

Alexia. Maybe it was his son. Or maybe just maybe it was one of the many men who'd died because of him. Like

brutal punishment Marcus had hoped for, but he knew exactly what he was doing-his death was going to

tell your father?" Angela asked

He thinks Frank Levett

"What about Lucius?"

Lucius and Amanda already have enough on

pregnancy. I'm not

happen to

he was

and then someone leaves flowers, but eventually all those ashes end up being used as fertilizer for the

one his enemies like Marcus Barzinni

someone like him should end up just a shadow of something that should never

back. We don't want to draw attention. You'll tell me later

though something's bugging

"What is it, love?"

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