"Father, please wait. Lord Mawgath told me that you would try to stop me because you don't understand my purpose. But if I don't get these people out of here, a great calamity will befall all of us," Jun pleaded, desperation leaking into his voice.
"You idiot," the one who had cut off Izikel's finger said, shaking his head with a sneer. "Why would Lord Mawgath choose an idiot like you?"
The man's bullet wound was still there, though less visible now. It hadn't healed completely, but enough to make him seem more menacing than weak.
"An idiot like you could never be my child," the boss spat coldly. "I said, kill the bastard."
Watching the family feud unfold, Izikel almost felt guilty. Almost. But it was hard to pity someone when your own life was still dangling on the edge of a knife.
'I almost feel bad for this guy,' Izikel thought, casting a pitiful glance toward Jun.
