The Pinnacle Of Life

A man of about fifty years old was standing at the doorstep. Based on his appearance, he looked sixty or seventy percent similar to James, especially the nose. It was of the same mold.

Meanwhile, there were two other men behind the man. One of them was the young master of the Witch Doctor Sect, Levi Bayer.

The man looked at James and said with a frown, “Dad, the time has long passed. Why haven’t you learned how to control your temper yet? Look at you. You are already so old. How long more do you have to live? Could it be that you don’t want to have someone to look after you and arrange a proper burial after your death?”

It turned out that this man was James’s son and Cheryl’s father, Franklin Coney.

“Even if I’m dead, I don’t need you to give me a burial! Get lost!” James was so angry that he roared, his eyes bloodshot.

Granny Coney, who was busy in the kitchen, ran out with a spatula.

“Husband, what’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

Upon seeing the standing man at the doorstep, the granny froze, and the spatula in her hand fell to the ground. “Frank… Franklin? Y-you are back?”

feelings for her son were

son, whom she had bore for nine months and raised from childhood to adulthood. Although he was a jerk, she would think of

a word had made tears

have a son

let him in first, and we’ll see how it goes. If he really has

in the room,

but she could not hear the contents of the conversation. On the other hand, Alex could

asked, “Looks like someone is here. Shall we go and take a

a strange look in

then, Cheryl could hear Franklin’s voice due to his increased speaking voice. In that instant, her face turned pale,

as if her entire soul had become turbulent because of the man’s presence. It could be

gently grabbed

feeling the power passed from Alex’s hand, only then did Cheryl’s mood improve a little. After that, she even