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?”

James, Granny Coney’s feelings

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

a word had made tears stream down the face of

a

and we’ll see how it goes. If he really has repented, then… Then, we might as well give him a chance to atone

Alex and Cheryl, who were in the room, naturally

talking, but she could not hear the contents of the conversation. On

like someone is here. Shall we go and take a

strange look in his eyes. “It’s

voice. In that instant, her face turned pale, and her eyes were also filled with extreme resentment and

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

grabbed

hand, only then did Cheryl’s mood improve a little.