India.
The police station in a small town on the East Coast.
Upon hearing this.
Vika immediately jumped up, exclaiming, "Impossible."
Kidding.
The Suto Clan has a century-old foundation, enormous wealth, deep background, and extensive connections. It is a powerful family in Malaysia that could make waves with a single stomp.
Collapse?
Are you joking with me?
"Where is my grandfather?" That was the Suto Family's anchor.
"Deceased."
At that moment.
Vika felt thunderstruck, standing there blankly, with his mind empty. The news was too shocking, almost hard to process, buzzing in his head.
Dead.
The Suto Family's pillar, gone?
"No."
"This isn't true."
"You're lying to me."
"..."
Vika murmured, unable to accept it.
"It's true."
The old Butler sighed.
Too fast, the pace at which the Suto Family encountered mishaps, was too fast, almost like an avalanche, and the old man's death was the first piece of snow to slide.
"How did he die?" Vika trembled.
"Because of you."
