Chapter 298. Please Let Me Go

The president is dead did not cover the horror of how Spencer Sherrod had died.

He stared at his father’s coffin the next morning as the priest talked on and on.

He had wanted to kill this man.

He had wanted to kill him with his own hand, so why was he reacting this way to the man’s death?

His mind kept going back to how Spencer had looked in the video he had seen.

He was headed for a meeting, surrounded by his guards, edgy and nervous, and alone.

The old woman had come from the crowd, begging an audience.

He had hesitated, but asked them to let her through.

The woman had hugged him, even as his guards had yelled that it was against protocols.

One had even reached out to pull her away.

Then flames.

He shook his head as he remembered the explosion sound.

They had quickly found out the woman was the journalist’s aged mother. The journalist Spencer had killed at Racheal’s office.

He felt someone squeeze his a