The banquet hall erupted in an uproar at Glen's outburst.

"What?! Someone killed Les Turnbull?"

"No way, he's dead? And that brat killed him?!"

"That's the son of the family head we're talking about... Who the hell let him in here?"

Frank could feel everyone's eyes on him.

He glanced coldly at Walter in turn and said calmly, "Yes, I killed him."

"How dare you!" Glen bellowed, clearly unable to retrain his own wrath.

had killed his beloved son and would strut on

head high if

you read

swore they could hear

explain the facts? I remember how you bravely volunteered that you'd speak with your own brother personally. Why

was left clenching his cheeks, pain swelling

Les—he was just Glen's bastard and had a troubled reputation in the

deaths, and

If anything, he had come ready

So what if they are dead? No one will

her white gown, her long black hair flowing beneath

all grown

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