“...Maybe she offended a top politician or a drug dealer. She could have stole a client from an influential competitor.” Susan uttered as Rebecca kept crying in the living room. “My daughter is not a wicked person!” “Call Grandpa, I'm sure he and uncle Brad will get to the root of this.” Violet suggested. “They won't be back until Thursday! I can't wait for them!” Rebecca whimpered. Just then, the door pushed open and Sixt walked in. He noticed the atmosphere was different, and everyone was seated with the same expression. “Where the hell have you been, you fool!” Rebecca jumped up at the moment her eyes fell on Sixt. “He must have heard the news and fled! What a useless coward!” “Didn't we leave him to take care of the house? They must have beaten him up and all he could do was to run!” “Isn't it your duty to protect your wife? You aren't just useless to this family, you're also useless to your wife!” They all took turns in insulting Sixt, who had a confused look. “

He scanned her body and only saw a minor injury. Her arms were bruised, and her legs were slightly swollen. He couldn't see her face, but he could tell that she was weak. What did they do to her?! “She is in my procession now. So bark off or you wouldn't like the pain I'll inflict on you.” Hahaha! Just then, Sixt burst out laughing. "My wife has nothing to do with your nephew's death! dammit!" Sixt's jaw tightened and his eyes darkened with fury. Don Gibson paused, taking his time to study the young man in front of him. “Who gave you this information?” He asked, his voice filled with curiosity. No one knows about this. How come he's aware? Sixt chuckled. He fixed the puzzle together after hearing that Coral, the Gibson's messenger was the one who took Sabrina. It was only natural that the Gibson's wanted justice for their relative! “I'll not say this again, let my wife go!” “How dare you barge into my warehouse, to spit shit from that hole on your face?! I don't care

He lowered his head as the whole room fell dead silent. He bit his lower lip, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. If only he never went to the hotel that day. If only Eric didn't push him… if only Eric was never dead…. If only… He wasn't with Grey when Coral and his people arrived! Now he was left to carry the weight of what transpired that night… Since he got here, he had seen the old man angry and lashing at his grandchildren, but he had never seen him boiling with so much rage. His words pierced Sixt's heart a thousand times but he knew the old man was angry that his granddaughter's life was currently on the line. Sixt sighed painfully as he heard the door slamming hard against the wall. When he raised his head, his eyes scanned the place and there was no one left other than Larry, who was slowly walking over to him. Larry stood close to him with a rather calm demeanor. “Sixt, we both know we've never been on good terms since you walked in that doo

Hours later, Sixt and Irene were sitting next to Sabrina's bed, looking down at her unconscious body. “Allow me to get my father involved.” Irene tells him, giving him a look of pity. “And then what? Try to prove my innocence by saying I never killed Eric? Forget it, I just want Sabrina and the old man back on their feet before anything else.” Sixt brushed it off. “I'm sorry I got you involved in this, Sixt.” She placed her hands on his shoulder, “If it weren't for me, Sabrina would never have been kidnapped and the old man would never…” “The deed has been done. There's no room for regret, Irene.” Sixt interrupts her. “Sixt, I'm leaving the country.” She finally broke it to him. “Wow, that's wonderful. I'm happy for you.” Irene could sense the dryness in his words. “I told my father about my security and he wants me far away from here.” She explained. She just didn't wanna get involved in the Gibson's mess. If Sabrina could be in this horrible state for something she had

As Sixt walked out, his eyes fell on the Zanes, who were approaching his direction. Without hesitating, he quickly took the elevator next to him, and soon, he was on the first floor. ‘You know where to find the answers you need.’ Felicia's words flashes across his mind, then he walks out to the counter, where a young lady stood. “Hello, miss.. May I ask for the doctor who attended to the patient in ward 1119?” He politely requested for Master Zane’s doctor. “I'm afraid I can't give out that information, except you're family.” “I am family.” Sixt tells her. “Okay.” The lady said, typing on the system in front of her, “Doctor Monk, sir. That's his office.” She pointed behind Sixt. “Thank you.” Sixt said and left. He waited like every normal patient wanting to see doctor Monk, and when it got to his turn, he walked in, taking his seat. “How many I have you, sir?” Sixt cleared his throat, “Master Zane… your patient? who died a few days ago. Did he truly die of heart fa