“Eating it in secret tastes way better, I guarantee you. The anticipation, the grill..” He laughed and reached for the plate of biscuits. Suddenly, Dexter pulled the plate away from his fingers, “That is exactly why things that taste sweet are always dangerous. Once you have a taste of it, you desire it at all costs. You fail to distinguish what you can have and what you cannot.” Byron narrowed his eyes at his little nephew then back at the plate that's now far from his reach, “You are hurting my feelings by not letting me have any.” “Ripping off people's handwork doesn't look good on you.” “Goodness, do not be so stingy with food.” Ashanti who noticed this: pushes the plate close to Byron, “Have some, please.” Right when Byron was about reaching for a single biscuit, Dexter pushes the plate again and this time, it drew attention from every angle of the table. “Handwork? You might not want me to have a good relationship with your wife by trying what she made… you really d

Byron kept a straight face, his eyes scanning his son's, “You… failed to prove yourself. You had one chance.. fuck her to death, but you messed it up.” Ethan lowered his head as tears welled up in his eyes. Then he slowly heard the lighting of cigarettes. Byron blew the smoke out of his mouth, his gaze never leaving Ethan. He lowered himself close to the bed and urged Ethan to look into his eyes. As he spoke, the smoke kept coming out of his mouth, “Turn yourself in once the urgent care is done.” Ethan felt his world spinning at the words he just heard that he raised his head to Byron. “Father.” He called out, his voice trembling with anxiety and shock. “That'll reduce your sentence. You understand the gravity of your crimes, don't you?” Ethan sat with his mouth open. His eyes ghostly white, his skin pale and his mind spiralling like he was actually losing his mind just like he has always been told. “... you killed your grandfather for money, you attempted to sexually assault

Ethan smiled as he received a package in his ward. He tipped the delivery man, took the box and walked back to his bed. The sound of him unwrapping the box filled the room. Honestly, he had waited for too long to finally get his hands on these, and now that he has gotten them, he couldn't contain his joy… even if his own world was crumbling right now. The smile on his face faded the moment his eyes caught sight of the item in the box. He creased his brows, jerked up and rushed to the door. “Hey! Hey!” He tried to call for the delivery man but unfortunately his door seems to have been locked from behind, and since he didn't get a response, he guessed the man was long gone. His breath hitched and his heart raced. He ran his hands through his fingers as he turned back to the box. He grabbed his item and a note dropped on the floor. He swallowed hard as he picked the small note and took a short glance. {You know what to do. You have 30 seconds.} Ethan's face turned ghostly white a

Ringing! Dexter stepped away as soon as his phone rang and he saw that it was his wife. Moments later, Eleanor was in the restroom. She washed her hands, but then she felt a burning sensation in her swollen wrist. She took a second to glare at the redness.. then memories from that morning came flooding her head. ‘I should blame you for how you raised our son!’ She quickly shook the thought off and gently walked outside. Meanwhile, Dexter reached for a bottle of water in the cooler. Perhaps he needed to cool off with what was going on. When he raised his head, his eyes fell on Eleanor, who was pulling her sleeve to cover her hand properly. He sighed, stepping forward. He opened the bottle of water and stretched Eleanor towards, “Have some water.” “I'm okay.” She forced a smile. “You must be in shock,” Dexter dropped the water, “Please, let me know if I can help with anything.” He prompted, his eyes filled with empathy. Eleanor raised her head and their gaze met.

She took a step back, her heart thumping hard against her chest but unfortunately, the space was too small, she couldn't walk further away from him as her back was now behind the wall and he was standing an inch close to her.“I.. I don't know what you're talking about.” Byron gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with cold fire. He grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled her close, “If you act dumb in front of me, I'll work on your brain while you're conscious. Now tell me.. what did you mean by that?”Tears welled up in Eleanor's eyes as Byron's grip on her swollen wrist tightened. His hold was too tight, blood trickled out.She whimpered, “Honey, you're hurting me..”“I'll make it worse if..”“I was talking about his friends,” She cries out, “..please, let go.. it hurts.”Byron acted oblivious to the blood dropping on the floor, “Friends? Ethan never had friends. They knew he was crazy and would hurt himself. So tell me… which friends?” He snapped.“The bad gangs he joined recently.