Chapter 332
Frank then passed Fred a cigarette-
-as a man himself, he could empathize with how Fred felt.
As Fred took a deep puff, Frank scratched his head and said, “She’s just one woman, and one who doesn’t déserve your life. I can recommend a couple too, when there’s a chance.”
Fred slowly turned toward him and asked, “You messaged me, didn’t you?”
Frank made an awkward look, but nodded. “I’m sorry… I didn’t think you’d attack them.”
“Because I was a wuss?”
“That’s not what I’m saying…”
“You don’t have to say it. It’s all my fault that things turned out like this between me and Marian.”
Fred then chuckled bitterly and asked, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure. I’ll tell you anything I know,” Frank replied.
“Why are you so eager to help my family? Whether it’s me, or my sister… Do you really like her?”
Frank thought about it. “No… And I could tell you the truth, if you can take it.”
“Why not?” Fred chuckled self–deprecatingly. “What won’t I believe now? Hell, it turns out that the girl I loved for years has always cheated on me, and I accepted that.”
Frank considered his options again and decided on giving the truth.
The way Fred suspected him so much before had really been complicating matters, after all.
As such, he said, “Winter isn’t your biological sister. She’s my mentor’s only daughter, and my mentor has died–his last wish before his passing was that I’d take care of her.”
Fred was stunned. Winter was not his sister?
Still, he only paused briefly as he soon mused, “Oh, so that’s why…”
That was why Frank was doting on Winter so much, even with the ravishing of beauties who hovered around him.
And he was also relieved that Frank made it clear that he bore no ill will toward Winter.
“In that case, I guess I can actually leave the rest to you.” Fred smiled.
Even before Frank could understand what he meant, Fred alighted.
“Where are you going?” Frank asked.
“Where else can I go? Home.”
Frank pondered for a moment. “If you want revenge, I can help–I promise you, they will die. horribly.”
“There’s no need.” Fred waved him off. “Why break the law for the likes of them? I can live on fine without them.”
Frank did a double take, surprised that Fred was so clear–headed about this.
Still, he was pleased and relieved that Fred could think of it that way.
Fred returned home in the afternoon.
Carol had just been washing some vegetables to prepare dinner and was puzzled to see her son return so early. “What happened? You’re home really early…”
Fred smiled in silence and stared fixedly at her.
It only left Carol further confused. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Fred replied, shaking his head. “I was given the day off. I’m going back to my
room now.”
“Okay…” Carol murmured, finding her son behaving strangely though she could not quite describe why.
Fred took a bath, cleaning himself thoroughly before heading to the basement room where he slept.
He sat on his bed for a while before exhaling lengthily as if resolving himself.
He then pushed his bed away and broke the floorboards beneath with a steel rod to take out the wooden chest underneath.
He slowly opened it to reveal the two homemade guns kept within.
