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?”

Granny Coney’s feelings for her son were always

raised from childhood to adulthood. Although he was a jerk, she would think of him from time to time on quiet nights. Now that she met with him, she

I’ve come back to see you.” Such a word

What Mom? We don’t have a son like you. Get out of

“Husband, he’s already back. Just let him in first, and we’ll see how it goes. If he really has repented, then… Then, we might as well give him a chance

who were in the room, naturally

not hear the contents of the conversation.

someone is here. Shall

had a strange look in

her face turned pale, and her eyes were also filled

soul had become turbulent because of the man’s presence. It could be seen that Franklin had left such a heavy blow

grabbed

did Cheryl’s mood improve a little. After that, she even