"You know you're old, and you know you won't be in charge for long. That's why you want Jackson to take your place. When that happens, your son will then join Jackson's side without Jackson ever knowing he's your son. What next? Are you planning for your son to take over Jackson? Don't be naive. Your foolish son knows nothing but how to waste his life away. He's fated to join you six feet under after you die."
When Glen's subordinate handed him a disinfecting wipe, he took it and carefully cleaned his hands.
His belt, by now, was already ripped and on the ground.
"Take him out and do as I have instructed earlier. Don't miss out on any steps," Glen said into the walkie-talkie before heading upstairs.
The stairs between the first floor and the second floor were old and rusty, and every step Glen took made it creak.
Meanwhile, Nidia was staring at the television screen in a daze.
