The words were almost bitten out, each one grinding against Jimmy Simmons's bones, carrying an extremely thick scent of blood.
He hated.
He hated his own incompetence.
He hated that he couldn't even surpass Arnold Simmons, losing to the person he once detested the most.
Clearly, he was the rightful heir to the Simmons Clan, yet he had been thoroughly suppressed by Arnold Simmons, the illegitimate son.
Unlike Arnold Simmons bowing his head, this was Jimmy Simmons's last pride.
Arnold Simmons did not care about the murderous look in Jimmy's eyes that almost wanted to kill him instantly; he remained indifferent, "Did you call me here today just to say these things?"
Jimmy Simmons said, staring at him, "I called you here today to ask you one last time, the death of my parents, was it really your doing?"
He had been investigating this matter since before he disappeared.
