“Dad! Dad!” Darryl yelled with his eyes red as he cut the rope loose with his sword and held his father in his arms.

Meanwhile, Daniel’s body was completely ruined. His body emanated a burnt smell as his skin and clothes swirled into a mixture of blood and flesh.

“Son…son. Tell me, did you do it? Did you do such a thing?” Daniel mumbled with his pale white lips as intense pain overwhelmed his body, and he trembled.

“I didn’t. I didn’t!” Darryl cried, his face covered in uncontrollable tears.

“That’s..good…” Daniel said with all his remaining strength.

With a faint smile, his eyes shut. They didn’t know if he was dead or alive.

“Dad! Dad, don’t scare me. Please, don’t scare me!” Darryl screamed till his voice was hoarse. He shook Daniel vigorously, but there was no response.

“Stop yelling. It doesn’t matter if your dad is dead; he deserves it!” Yumi walked in her heels, pointing her finger at Daryl. “You grew up in the Darby mansion since you were young. Now you’re back here