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

whenever you're

room in my schedule

wrapped her arms around his waist from

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

dead..." the man said, still trying to

wasted away in the

wished. No one came to slit his throat or chop off his head. No one dismembered him or dissolved him in acid.

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

Without all his senses, the man suffered from delusions. He heard voices. He felt someone walking beside

his son. Or maybe just maybe it was one

was certain: the man didn't die peacefully. Sure, he didn't get the brutal punishment Marcus had hoped for, but he knew exactly what he

to tell

no point... He thinks Frank Levett kicked the bucket

"What about Lucius?"

have enough on their plate with

I'm

happen to

he was in

but eventually all those ashes end up being used as fertilizer for the plants. So yeah, in

one his enemies like Marcus Barzinni hoped for. But in

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

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

something's

"What is it, love?"

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