"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!"

and you're attacking us in our own house now, even murdering right before

even at

herself as she cried, "S-Stop! Are you crazy?! If you lay a finger on

at the mention of

"Frank!"

called out to him from

moment before he looked up and

was choking with tears. "I'm too old, and Helen

stop." Frank's eyes went red

his life, and he would never forget that

last time. Please forgive

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

started upstairs, only to hear Henry breathing

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

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