Stepping out of this dilapidated house, sunlight beat down on him as he trailed blood all the way.
"Investigate!" Alan Morgan roared. You audacious woman, Shirley Grant! How dare you have my son and keep his existence from me!
And as if that weren't enough, you even concealed the fact that our child was gravely ill!
Looking at this rundown house, he felt the blood in his body boil, on the verge of spilling over.
If something happened to that child because of her delay, he would... He definitely would... Damn it!
He realized with frustration that he couldn't do anything at all.
Even when he was furious, he didn't want to hurt her.
"Yes!"
Alan Morgan trembled all over, struggling to stay on his feet. The bright sunshine made him feel extraordinarily dizzy.
It seemed as if Shirley Grant were standing right in front of him.
She was smiling, just as she had in her innocent youth.
But in a flash, she disappeared like a bubble.
