[Re-Chap]
Abigail placed the bottle back and slid his hands in the pocket to take out his mobile.
"Our news channels are covering that or—"
"No... they do not... It's just—The Cult even sent a memo... warning all the Elite families to confine themselves behind the Gate... and luckily your daughter celebrated her birthday, so..." Nathan's voice stammered as he wiped the sweat on his forehead. Noticing the brimming yet subtle fear in Nathan's eyes, Abigail questioned him.
"What's so strange about the Seventh Gate?" asked Abigail with a glare as he slowly tapped his fingers on the bottle.
"The dead... The dead are rising, Mr. Abigail... And I received some strange calls since morning—"
"You really think that your dead son came back... Don't be ridiculous. Here! have it!" Abigail poured some wine in a big sized glass and placed it forcibly on Nathan's hands.
"Mr. Abigail?"
