A crisp sound of skin hitting skin resounded through the place.
Ray stood motionless, his face devoid of expression.
Elsha, whose hand remained outstretched, had tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill.
"Don't say that!" she sobbed, her voice trembling.
Ray remained silent, his gaze sweeping the room. All his women had tears streaming down their faces—all except Vanessa.
"Why aren't you crying like the others?" he asked, his tone flat.
"Because I'm not a crybaby. Besides, you're too bad to die."
"And why do you say that?" Ray pressed, his brow quivering slightly.
"Good people die early, but bad people live longer." Vanessa smirked, pinching his waist. "So, Mr. Bad Boy, you're not going anywhere."
"Exactly."
Ray gave her a thumbs-up. "I won't die. So cheer up—this will just be my last day before I go."
That night, a grand celebration unfolded—a party spanning three generations of Ray's family.
