Chapter 138

Honestly, he would not go into a reckless rampage because his father died, sometimes it made him question if he did truly care. He did, Maybe he was just as cold as others claimed him to be. Maybe not. But he truly believe that someone killed his mother because the hammer's handle was grated inside the woodchipper but there was no blood on it. Except for the metal hammer, he was angry, yes but that was no excuse. Maybe in shock too but that was the only thing keeping him sane. He looked closely outside the window where an owl perched on a hook-shaped branch. The field was blooming now, full of dragon fruits, Asian Pear and Asian Persimmons, and pineapple guavas as far as his eyes could see. Mandarins and Dwarf apple trees with pink blossoms.

He had that strange sensation that someone was watching him. Ghost was bidding his time, perhaps he would wait some other time. He was not ready. A fair fight would do him more good because he did not see a good reason to kill him, only a rea