Angus's gaze turned deadly cold instantly. He looked terrifyingly dangerous.
"You're the reason behind Angel's tears. Had you not hurt Ewan, she wouldn't have cried. I'm not here to avenge Ewan—I'm here to make you pay for making my Angel cry." His voice was lethal; hearing it felt like death approaching.
"Angel again!" Sunny thought. "I remembered investigating her before but found nothing. I had assumed Ewan was merely mentally unstable. Who exactly is this Angel?" He wondered, fear paralyzed him instantly.
"Mr… Mr. Angus, I—I'm innocent. I'm not aware of all this. I only happened to pay him a visit today," the lady sobbed immediately.
Angus nodded slowly. "You do look unaware indeed. Dressed like this, reeking of strong chemicals—you truly 'happened' to visit him. Since that's the case, are you prepared for how you'll die? Let me hear it. Perhaps I can come up with the worst one." His murderous gaze remained fixed on them.
