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.

son and would strut on

head high if word got

head. "Then did you read the part on why I killed him? You're a real failure of

swore they could

"Shouldn't you be standing up to explain the facts? I remember how you bravely volunteered

his cheeks, pain swelling in

had a troubled reputation in the family. His death was at best inconsequential, and Walter

problem was that there were two deaths, and the other was Neil

to explain that? If anything, he had come ready to apologize

So what if they

long black hair

all grown

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