I’m Someone Else

Furthermore, this incident was familiar. Minacia Oito did the exact same thing to Dominic’s grave. Only b*stards like them would do something so reprehensible. Now that they were dead, the only suspect in this crime would be the masters of the dead gang. I see where they got their proclivity for desecration from. Just you wait, b*stards. The Hinds, the Xalmars, the Yams… You’re all getting it.

Thomas let Chloe cry in his arms all she wanted as he stared out vacantly. A long while later, he softly pushed her away and approached the grave, then he kneeled down. “Go back, you two. Let me handle things.”

“Sure, Thomas. And thank you.” Adam pulled Chloe up and trundled to the exit. He didn’t want to leave, but he must. Chloe was on the verge of breaking down. If they were to stay, she would lose her mind.

“Don’t take me away, Dad! I don’t want to leave! I want to be with Mom!” Chloe roared, but she was just a weak lady. Adam was stronger than her, and despite her reluctance, she was taken away.

Thomas knelt before the grave in dead silence. Something cracked in the skies, and thunder boomed across the city. A torrential downpour crashed into the land, drenching Thomas’ shirt, needling away at his face. Thomas let out a roar that thundered across the heavens.

He too was human, and he too would break down. The fact that Zachary died because of him had wracked his nerves enough with guilt, and now his mother’s grave was desecrated because of him too. Of course, he was furious. Of course, he was agitated.

Thomas slammed his fists into the ground again and again, venting the rage and self-blame he was feeling. Pain and exhaustion did not register in his head. Even when his fists were already bloody, still he went on without stopping.

Thomas was on the verge of a breakdown. You could’ve come for me. Just

head against the ground with a force that could shatter his skull. “I’m bad luck, Zachary. You died because of me, and your mother’s grave got desecrated because of me. Everywhere I go, someone always gets dragged into

blood trickled down his forehead, tingeing the

rules said that no one was allowed to stay in the cemetery at night, but this was an exception. The

way to the exit. No longer did he have tears to cry, and his hands and forehead were covered in blood. He looked like a ghost who just got up from its

to threaten him. Before they got what they wanted, they wouldn’t do anything to the urn. He came to his car and slapped himself. I have to stay calm.

this time from the bodyguards protecting Chloe. “Mr. Clifford, she’s still crying. She’s

her. He was not good at comforting anyone, so he wouldn’t know what to say to her. Besides, he had no idea how to face them. The reason they were in this mess was thanks to him. He could do nothing but

went back to Northpine Villa to get his sniper rifle, then he tucked it away in the trunk. He washed his face and

up, Olivia smiled at him. “You’re

nodded and said hi, then he walked to the window beside the corridor to smoke away his

his way here. For now, he had two things to do. One, he had to bide his time. Since the enemy was coming after him, they would not stop at one operation. Two, he must hold his rage in.