Chapter 32. She Is Mine

“You know why I’m here, Moldark.”

Lev sat in a high-backed chair in the living room of the Moldark residence. One leg crossed over the other. Moldark must not have expected him to come this early to his house.

Moldark stood before Lev with his hands clasped in front of him. His head was down. He didn’t dare to lift his face for a second to look at Lev, and that’s how he should have behaved.

“My deepest apologies to you, Mr. Deammone….”

“Didn’t we warn you many times to keep your son in this house?” said Lev. “You’re lucky that my brother isn’t in Duradel. If he was here, today you and your wife would be crying over your son’s dead body.”

Moldark gulped. His distended belly moved slowly along with his short breaths. “It was my fault, sir,” he mumbled.

Lev lifted his chin and took a deep breath. This house had always smelt bad and until this moment, he couldn’t understand how Moldark and his family could live in such a dingy and smelly house. “Yes,