Who knew? Frank might even clap and launch some fireworks and celebrate the moment the South Sea Crow massacred the Turnbulls.
After all, they had never treated him fairly ever since he came to Morhen, and he was not one who maintained grace in the face of grief. They had constantly harassed him while posturing themselves with the superiority as one of the Four Families of Morhen, even breaking promises.
As such, how was Frank supposed to play nice with the likes of them?
However, while he got tough in the face of injustice, it was really ‘what you see is what you get’ with him.
In other words, Frank could be a softie at times.
“Urgh, whatever…” His shoulders slumped feebly after Vicky tugged on him and pleaded for a long while.
Having suffered this much grief, what was a bit more, and for Vicky’s sake at that?
Whipping out the two remaining antidote pills, he handed them to Walter and said, “These won’t be enough, and I don’t have time to cook more… Get a bucket of water and dissolve the pills in the water, then feed each person half a bowl of it.”
Walter nodded gratefully. “Thank you so much, Mr. Lawrence.”
However, it was Susan Redford who noticed that something was amiss. “Wait, where do we get a bucket?”
That was certainly true—all this luxurious banquet hall provided was fine dining and bottles of wine and champagne. Buckets and even clear water was out of the question.
Frank frowned and looked around. “Any bucket will do…”
Soon, he spotted a bucket of mop water kept in a corner and strode over, picking it up along with the mop.
“This will do,” Frank said, taking back the pill from Walter and throwing it into the bucket before stirring firmly with the mop.
Then, leaving the bucket at Walter’s side, he turned and strode off. “Alright, now go and feed them with half a bowl each.”
“Where are you going, Frank?” Vicky appeared worried, seeing that he was leaving.
“To see the South Sea Crow, of course. I have questions, and…”
Frank grinned. “I’ll resolve this issue for you.”
With that, he leapt, instantly dashing out of the front door.
Walter and his wife were left staring awkwardly at the stinking bucket of mop water.
“Walter, what…”
Susan was left at a loss—were they really supposed to feed that mop water to every bigwig in the Turnbull family?!
“Anything else can wait. We have to help them!” Walter gritted his teeth and picked up an empty bowl from the table as he strode up and forced Glen’s mouth open.
The man was the head of the family, and his safety was top priority!
“Sorry about this, brother!” Walter cried as he scooped half a bowl full of mop water and shoved it down his brother’s mouth.
“Mmmph!!!”
Glen flailed around, knocking a lot of the water away.
Walter turned toward his wife right then and snapped, “What are you spacing out for? Hold him down!”
“Oh… Okay!”
Susan finally went up to hold down Glen’s arm after spacing out for a while, watching as Walter continued to feed the vicious stench down Glen’s throat.
She had to turn, patting her chest as she retched.
But soon, Vicky joined in as well, holding down Glen’s hands with her father.
