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..."

blind and unhinged man possibly have

pick them up whenever

in my schedule and come by as soon

his waist from behind,

wrong, love?" Angela asked gently, trying to soothe whatever was

Levett is finally dead..." the man said,

wasted away in

wasn't dramatic. He didn't end up riddled with bullets like many had wished. No one came to slit his throat or chop off his head. No one dismembered him or dissolved him in acid. No, his death came in a

go to live out their final days. A place where they can still interact with others and give life

been hell. Without all his senses, the

son. Or maybe just maybe it was one of the many men who'd died because of him. Like Leonardo Palmer, for

the brutal punishment Marcus had hoped for, but he

you going to tell your father?" Angela asked

He thinks Frank Levett kicked the bucket ages

"What about Lucius?"

Lucius and Amanda already have enough on their plate

pregnancy. I'm

to

clinic he was

someone leaves flowers, but eventually all those ashes end up being used as

he expected, or the one his enemies like Marcus Barzinni hoped for. But in

someone like him should end up just a shadow of something that should

don't want to draw attention. You'll tell me later if everything went

though something's

"What is it, love?"

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