"Yes, I'm Hughie. Mr. Lawrence, I—"

Frank punched him before he could finish, though his knuckle never made contact.

It was the pure vigor swirling around his fist, tearing through the air like a lightning bolt that sent Hughie flying.

His huge frame slammed viciously against the floor, his meridians severed as he was left with a hole in his chest.

His eyes rolled into their sockets, and he was clearly not breathing much.

"Argh!!!" Cindy screamed right then and dropped to a crouch, clutching her head with both arms.

She would not dare to snap at Frank—unlike her aunt, she had seen Frank's true nature.

With the way he would kill without flinching, she would be next if he said another word.

"Frank Lawrence!"

"You ingrate! You refused to treat Luna, and you're attacking us in our own house now, even murdering right before

even at this point, Frank glowered and strode toward

screamed right then and ran to pick up a vase, holding it in front of herself as she cried, "S-Stop! Are

mention of

"Frank!"

him from upstairs

before he looked up and answered, "Yes, it's

was choking with

went red

eyes went red—he owed Henry his life, and he would never forget that

time. Please

don't have to go that far, Gramps," Frank replied. "Just say

started upstairs, only to hear Henry

a dilemma, Frank. But know this—you owe my family nothing anymore, and I'll no longer be

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