The deep autumn sunlight should have felt warm on his skin, but Finn Hale only felt ice-cold, as if he were in the polar ice fields, with the chill wind whistling and seeping into his body.
Only his fiercely beating heart reminded him:
He was alive!
A few short seconds felt as long as years.
When his gaze met William Hale's, his dear nephew even gave him a smile.
As if to say:
Uncle Finn, surprised? Hold steady!
In that moment, it was as if someone held a sledgehammer over his heart and smashed it down with force.
Even breathing felt difficult.
Because he had been backstabbed by his favorite nephew!
Such a big issue, and he kept silent about it. Well done, William Hale. I treated you like my own nephew, and this is how you repay your uncle?
Very good indeed!
