
Kwans Mansion.
The magnificent residence of the Kwans family tonight is like a normal day, always calm and quiet without any sound from family members.
It appears that Davis is now in his own room, waiting for news from his assistant who he is tasked to do something. Unlike Miguel, the mature man was in his room also with the company of Andre— his assistant.
" I've deleted all the cctv footage of you and Mrs Nauora in Mr. Michel's apartment" Andre reported, who had just arrived in his employer's room.
" Good work." said Miguel.
" Don't let your guard down, and make sure tomorrow no news of Michel's death comes out" he added, to a small nod by Andre.
Now Miguel looks very chaotic, the smell of alcohol feels very pungent. How not, since this afternoon when he and Nauora returned home, he chose to lock himself in his room while drinking a lot of wine.
" You better take a break. Drinking a lot of wine can interfere with your health" said Andre, looking worried about the condition of his employer.
" I'm scared, Andre.. "
Miguel's shrill voice made his assistant instantly stunned.
" That woman in my room, that woman who is my wife, that woman who is already a mother, she scares me."
Miguel began to babble with half his consciousness. Dizziness that suddenly struck made Miguel choose to lean his head on the chair.
" You know, he always kills people he doesn't like" he added with his eyes closed.
" Once it is, you are unconscious. Better get some rest in the room." Andre tried to resuscitate his master, he was about to approach but immediately Miguel sobbed bitterly.
" Hix.. Hix.. Hicks.."
" I've always regretted my decision, Andre. If only I could make a little peace with reality, maybe I wouldn't have married that murderer. He. "miguel's words hang down as the handsome man again sobs. Her tears rolled down her eyes, wetting both her cheeks.
Andre, who witnessed the decline of his master, chose silence and listened.
" I can't even count with my finger how many people he's killed." Miguel continued. He was silent for a moment, and soon got out of his seat.
" Don't touch me. I will walk alone." - Oceh Miguel unconsciously, the impact of his alcohol.
Staggering, Miguel left his room. He stepped into his room until he could not feel it coming in front of the door. His hand slowly lifted, holding the door knob and opening it.
Standing at the door, he saw his wife sitting in front of the dresser. At once Miguel smiled bitterly, and immediately stepped into his room.
" Yakk. You are beautiful." said Miguel half-screaming, standing behind his wife while looking at the reflection of the wife in the mirror.
Nauora, who heard her husband's voice, was silent for a moment. Before long he moved from his seat, approaching Miguel with a flat face without expression.
" It seems you're drunk, you better get some rest."
Finishing his words, Nauora was about to pass but suddenly Miguel blocked her. "Why did you do it?"
The husband's question made Nauora lift her gaze. The two of their gazes met, staring at each other's beads.
" Answer me.. Are you right to do it again?" tanya glides more from Miguel's thin pink lips.
" Ah.right! I haven't heard from you all this time.Have you killed them all?"
Miguel stared pushyly at his wife, the view was as if asking for answers, even though he knew what Nauora's answer was.
Silent greeting, Nauora's tongue felt moody. To speak a word as if he could not. Turning her face away, Nauora slammed into the rough hands of her husband who had been holding her back from leaving.
" right! I did it." she replied later, turning to look at her husband's handsome face.
" I killed them, including the woman you were involved with. You know.women like them deserve to die because if they live, they will destroy our families." she added casually.
Miguel was astonished, both his eyes glazed over at the wife.
" No. not our family, but your family. Marrying me doesn't mean we're family. You have to remember that our marriage is only a cooperative one, where you and I benefit each other." Miguel said firmly.