Savingswoman
125. Not giving a second chance

Farel stared at the Mansion which was no less luxurious than his flat. The mansion that once became his residence first.a place that bears witness to the pain that he has always received. But, the Mansion also has sweet memories with the late sister.

“Master,” Ricard called in a formal tone, as if to remind his Master not to remember his bad times first.

“Ekhm, let's go in.”

“Good Sir. Ricard immediately walked in advance to confirm some guards were seen lined up in front of the branch.

Farel only looked at his asisetn's intraction flatly. Seen several times his assistant was bickering. However, a few minutes later, the huge gate opened.

Ricard enters the car again, driving it to enter the Mansion which looks very luxurious. Every road Farel went through, bad memories danced in his brain.

At the end of the park, he was almost dead from the cold. In a corner with a large window, he often looked inside, just to see them eating voraciously. In the big pool too, he almost died due to the encouragement of the servants because he accidentally stuck his foot in there. The memories appeared, as if strangling his neck to the point of difficulty breathing.

“Mari Tuan.”

Farel fell silent, looking at the car door that had opened with Ricard bent over, making a big push to destroy the large Mansion and the savage humans\* who were there sticking out.

“Hmm.”

Chequek!

“Please Log In Mr. Madam is waiting for you in the family room.”

Farel. His eyes looked at the old servant whom he still remembered.The servant, only the servant had ever been kind enough to help him, even if only once.

The man steadied his footsteps, ignoring some of the servants who were seen looking at him with scornful gazes, not least also an adoring gaze.

Seeing the attitude of those who do not know the age, made him even more fed up. The man was eager to finish it all off right now.

“Oh, grandson. Welcome to.”

The voice of the old man who still looks firm is the main greeting when Farel's feet enter the room called the family room. His eyes shone sharply, moreover looking at the several ranks of guards standing at every corner of the space. This is not a family room, but a prison.

“Hmm.” Farel indifferently sat his body on the old man. Ignoring the fact if he has not answered the speech, without even being invited to sit down.

The old man was seen staring at Farel annoyed but with all his strength the foamy look friendly. He did not want his plan destroyed.

“Oh, you look healthier, and definitely classier.” He quipped with an eye that judged Farel from the tip of the head.

Farel who saw that look smirked. The memory of unworthy clothes first made him even more impatient to avenge.

“Oh, definitely. A single heir to Wiratman should have high standards,” Farel replied haughtily.

The old man chuckled. Moments later, it was seen the woman who was the same age as her mother entered with clothes that looked very lacking in materials. The woman with her genius winked and then sat on the lap of the old man, none other than Farel's biological grandfather.

Farel who saw the inappropriate scene in front of him was throwing his face away. Indeed, from the past until now, he was most disgusted with the woman.the woman was more cocock to be \*\*\*\*\*\* than Mrs Lawson.

“Darling, what is this Farel, our Grandson?” Ask the woman in a tone made as rattling as possible. Her voice was exactly like that of a woman who was engulfed in passion.

Farel who saw that indecent look immediately threw away his face. He refused to meet the woman lacking the caress. Every time he remembered it, it made him feel nauseous. The woman is actually a pedophile.

“Hmm, he's Farel, our grandson. Look now, that little Farel is already big.” The old man looked at Farel with a wide grin.

“Lagsung only, Mr. Lawson, I do not want to be trite,” Farel said in a relaxed tone, even impressed not interested.

Seeing Farel's behavior, making the two couples stare with different looks.

“Oh, okay. Honey, can you move for a minute.” The old man pointed to the sofa beside him, hoping that the wife would move soon.

“Hmm, alright.”

“Stop everything.” Farel looked seriously. As if his short speech was a threat that could not be promoted.

“Ha ha ha ha. Whatchu mean? Stop that? What should I stop.” The old man looked down at Farel, while the woman was just struggling in the old arm.

“Do not pretend to be stupid. I know all that. If you still want to calm down, then stop right now, and one more, return Tamara Lawson's Husband.” Farel placed both hands in front of his chest, not forgetting his crossed legs, adding a tremendous impression to anyone staring. So did the old woman, who looked tempted.

“Ha ha ha, even you call your own real mother Tamara Lawson, then why do you want me to return her husband, who is your real father.” The evil serinai was clearly visible on his old face.

Farel snorted, looking at that brash face, making him even more nauseous. One looked at him lightly, and one looked at him with a lustful gaze.

“Never mess with a Wiratman!” Farel hissed sharply, but hiss was only in reply to loud laughter by his opponent.

“Ha ha ha ha, remember! you're not a Wiratman, but you're a Lawson. You should have preferred your father's family i__”

“I don't have Lawson's blood. My blood is pure Wiratman. And I remind you once again, a Wiratman will never give you a second chance.”

“Oh, yes. If I follow your orders, what will I get.” The old man looked at Farel with a full stare. However, anyone knew, the twinkle was just a mask to cover his mocking face.

“False question! The day you ask, if you do not follow my orders, what are the consequences?” Farel grinning.

The old man who was none other than Mr. Lawson growled furiously. He felt played by the snot boy.

“You_”

“Read!” Farel threw the map in black.

Mr. Lawson quickly picked up the Map, the wife was also seen peeking to see the contents.

A few seconds of silence there, until the sound of falling objects makes all eyes fixed on one point.

Prangs!

“S*alan, what do you mean?” The old man stared unacceptably at Farel, even he was standing with a breath that looked irregular.

“I told you, whoever wants to make the Wiratman family destroyed, then he will be destroyed first. Oh one more thing, Ricard give that to the trash lady there.” Farel pointed to Mr Lawson's wife in disgust.

Ricard quickly picked up the map that they had prepared in advance.ignoring the unacceptable gazes of the middle-aged couple.

The old woman stared cynically at Ricard, violently grabbing his hand from the map, then reading it.

Bruk!

The old woman's body fell down, right at the sight of the first sheet. His old eyes seemed to tremble in fear.

“You__”

“How? Is it still lacking?” Farel asked with a wide grin.