The Alfredo family mansion…
Inside the luxurious throne deep inside this mansion…
At this moment, inside this throne room, the setting was different from normal. The guards were nowhere to be seen and inside, only a small table and 2 chairs were present with 2 men occupying it.
More precisely, it was a man and his son occupying it.
Alfredo Francisco deep another sip of the contents inside the tea cup on the table, as the steam on it blew out, moisturizing his beards.
With each sip, he took a deep breath and looked at his son.
The familiar white hair was uncanny.
After 3 miscarriages despite the technological advancements of this age, his wife finally managed to carry his child for 9 months since he was adamant against giving birth through artificial means.
He could never forget that day that his son came out.
When he heard his cry, he knew that an assassin was born.
