
You've framed me!
So all this time, you never intended to give me that position at all?
After everything I did, and this is the reward you gave me?
I really have been deceived.
Hendry confronted George. The man held the gun in his hand directly toward Hendry's forehead.
Sharp look. Hendry was no less cynical looking at him. There was a disappointed murat mixed in anger that became one, staring at the man full of emotions. But Hendry really can't do anything right now.
"Thank you for your hard work. But I really don't need you anymore." George's mouth went silent. But even so, Hendry could read his lips very clearly.
The man let out his smirk, causing Hendry to stumble upon an unexpected sentence that was thrown from his mouth.
So... He intentionally did this to sacrifice me? Butwhy? Why should I?
Dorr!
It only takes one pull that leads right to his forehead. And in an instant, Hendry fell on the ground in a state of bloody.
The excruciating pain he never imagined he would feel was so helpless.
Dorr! Dorr!
George pulled the trigger on his gun again and again to make his body more helpless and more blood came out.
Hendry. His consciousness continued to decrease along with the amount of blood coming out of his body.
Hendry could still see George faintly. The man turned around and walked over to Gerson as if what he had just done was nothing big.
I'm not guilty.
I'm in a trap.
From the beginning I had no intention of killing him.
Don't any of you want to speak the truth?
Not fair!
This is all unfair.
Why do I have to endure everything, even though I am innocent?
I didn't even know that the gun he was given contained a real bullet.
Pa... ma... Why do I have to go through all this?
Why do I have to end up like this?
If I hadn't received that scholarship and stayed with you guys in the village, then none of this would have happened…
If only I could change everything, then I would listen to what you say…
Me, really sorry…
His vision grew blurred, and his breathing thinned to the point that Hendry could no longer feel his entire body.
In the next split second, he could really only see the darkness, and his consciousness completely disappeared.
Pats!
He opened his eyes spontaneously. His body reflexively wakes up in a sitting position.
Cold sweat poured all over his body, his face was deathly pale, and his breath and heart raced incessantly.
"Darling! What's up?" A woman's voice caught his attention. The boy turned to the direction of the voice and found a mature woman walking up to him with an anxious face.
He sat on the edge of the bed and hugged her without excuse. "You're having nightmares again?" ask her in a soft voice.
Whatisthis? Am I still alive? Aren't I dead?
He looked up, clashing with the woman who hugged him. Shocked by the unfamiliar face he saw, he spontaneously pushed the woman's body out of his arms.
"What's the matter, honey? Why so surprised?"
"K-ka—"
Whatisthis? Me where? Who're they?
He looked at the two in front of him with a confused face.
The boy he saw walked over to his place.
"I'm here to make sure you're okay. I also want to apologize for making you hurt, I'm really sorry.." she explained.
The boy frowned. The face of the boy who had just spoken looked familiar.
"George, you really are a good brother. Mama is proud of you because you want to apologize first" the woman said with a smile. His hand rubbed the top of the boy's head he saw.
George's? His face and name..Why is it so similar to that jerk?
The son of a bitch who killed me.
"Isaac, why are you just quiet? Don't you want to forgive your brother?" The woman spoke again to make him instantly aware of his daydream.
What say? Isaac's? Why is he talking like that while staring at me? What the hell is going on here?
The boy looked down. His brain tried to process every incident he experienced. Instead of finding a bright spot, he found a surprising sight when he saw both of his big hands turn into the tiny hands of a five-year-old.
My hand.... What happened? Why is my hand shrinking?
I think I'm hallucinating!
Or maybe this is all a dream?
There's no way my hand's suddenly shrunk so small, is it?
It doesn't make sense!
Isaac really could not hide his surprise. His expression like that managed to make George and Donna anxious.
"Isaac, honey? You all right? Why is your face pale?" Donna stretched out her hand, sticking the back of her hand against her little son's forehead which somehow looked strange.
"Are you feverish? Your face looks pale." George added with a face that was no less anxious.
"A-i'm where? Who're you?" Only that sentence was able to be ejected from his lips.
Donna and George were stunned to hear his words just now.
"What are you talking about, baby? Of course you're home. Don't you remember your mom and sister?" ask Donna.
"Mama? Brother?" Isaac frowned.
"Something's wrong" muttered Donna with a panicked face. The woman immediately shouted to the man who was her husband. Asking the man to come to where he is now.
"What's wrong? Why are you yelling like that, baby?" gerald asked with an anxious face. He immediately came as soon as he heard the sound of his wife's screams asking him to come immediately.
"Hurry up here, baby. Something's wrong with our little boy!" exclaim Donna.
"Whatchu mean? Was he hurt bad enough?" Gerald approached Isaac and immediately checked his condition.
The boy was speechless looking at the handsome face of the man who had just arrived. His face was as foreign as the two people he had been with.
This man... Who is he?
"She's been talking weird ever since" said Donna.
"Freak talk?"
"He spoke as if he didn't know me or George."
"really?" Gerald turned his focus to Isaac. "Son, are you okay? Do you want to be with papa?"
"Papa?" rest—bingung.
"seen? He doesn't remember you either. Call the doctor! Ask the doctor to check it out" Donna said.
"I'm going to ask Dr. Helio to come here as soon as possible." The man moved out of his place to pull out an ancient super handheld phone.
The phone he took out really made Isaac look up.
What the hell is going on?!
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