“WHY can’t you?” asked Francis. The confusion was evident in his voice.“August was found innocent without any foul play, and it was final…” The tone of the police’s voice was too low since he knew that Francis would be mad at his answer. “We can’t undo the investigation,” the police added. “The only thing we could do right now was to file another case against him.”“If that was easy, I could have done it, you dimwit.” Francis almost wanted to smack the person on the other line if that was possible.Suddenly, he remembered Samantha’s attempt before to file a case against August, but her credentials were now destroyed because of the news circulating about him. They only managed to clean the news on the news channels, but not on the social media sites. Some people still knew about Samantha’s rumor of being an adopted child and took the credit for being the only child of the Evergreen family instead of the real daughter, Myra.“Shit,” Francis cursed as he realized he couldn’t use Saman

A SMIRK formed on Francis’ lips as he ended the call. He threw the phone on his side and sat comfortably on the couch. The sound of the reporters on the television filled the room. He opened his television and set it on the news channel, just in case there would be breaking news about August’s sudden death.‘I just need to wait for the good news,’ said Francis at the back of his mind. He tapped the bed using his fingers as his smile widened. ‘You will be proud of me, dad. I will make you even prouder than Richard did.’Francis knew that Wesley would be mad at him if he ever knew about this plan, but he thought that if he could execute this perfectly, Wesley would praise him for being a good decision-maker.He couldn’t wait

“HERE, young master,” said Maxine as she handed August a big, brown envelope.It made August cringe a bit. Envelopes traumatized him now, given how horrible his experiences are when someone gave him those.Still, August took it because he wanted answers. ‘What could it be this time?’ asked August at the back of his mind. He took the first thing he touched inside the envelope and pulled it. It was a picture, and as August glanced at it, the shock registered in his eyes. It didn’t take him a second to recognize who was in the photo.“This is—”“You,” said Charles, finishing August’s sentence. “It’s me beside you. I told you before that we love walking into this garden, didn’t I?”August didn’t respond. Suddenly, he felt a mild headache that made him wince. Some of his childhood memories inside the Remington mansion filled his mind, but it was still vague.“Are you okay?” asked Maxine.She was about to approach August when the latter waved his hand, dismissing her move. Maxine only nod