"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!"

in both rage and terror, pointing a trembling finger at Frank, "You ingrate! You refused to treat Luna, and you're attacking us in our own house

gloating even at this

as she cried, "S-Stop! Are you crazy?! If

at the mention of Henry and lowered his

"Frank!"

out to him from upstairs

he

really done you wrong!" Henry's voice was choking with tears.

Frank's eyes went red too.

red—he owed Henry his life, and he would never forget that he would be dead if not

you one last time. Please forgive us. in exchange for my

far, Gramps," Frank replied. "Just say the word, and I'll consider it

upstairs, only to hear

know you're in a dilemma, Frank. But know this—you owe my

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