After Kiran gave the word, his crew had their rifles trained on Caelum.
As Kiran led Sandy downstairs, he casually remarked, "Watch yourselves, don't let one off by accident. The old man's not as spry as he used to be, he can't handle it."
"Brother…" Sandy's face went white. She knew Kiran wouldn't actually hurt their dad, but that didn't stop the worry from gnawing at her.
Out front, a luxury car waited outside the Pollard residence.
Kiran signaled with his hand and said, "Let's pack it up."
"Yes, sir!"
Kiran's men swiftly exited from the Pollard estate.
Caelum stood there, shaking like a leaf. The butler was quick to steady him, murmuring, "Sir, hang in there…"
"Hang in there? That fool, pointing a gun at his own father! He's just…"
Before Caelum could finish, a metallic taste filled his mouth, and he coughed up blood.
"Sir!"
Outside the Pollard estate.
"Brother…" Sandy wanted to rush back to check on her dad, aware he was too old for this kind of shock.
But Kiran just swung open the car door, saying, "He'll be fine. Get in."
Sandy had no choice but to slide into the passenger seat.
She figured she'd keep trying to talk sense into her brother, hoping one day he'd come around. Then maybe their dad wouldn't have to worry anymore.
Meanwhile, over at the Aldridge family estate abroad...
The room was filled with the scent of calming incense. After setting everything up, Rick watched anxiously as William examined Gordon.
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