Chapter 3: Sister, I’m Back!
The fury in John's chest surged like a beast let loose from the depths of hell, raking its claws through his nerves, urging him toward reckless action.
Mr. Wodehouse, startled by the fire in John's eyes, instinctively reached out to pat his shoulder.
"John, my boy," he said hurriedly, "I only told you the truth so you'd know—I don't want you doing anything rash!"
At first, Mr. Wodehouse had hesitated to tell John the full story, afraid his grandson's temper would ignite. And for good reason: Excellence Real Estate wasn't just a powerful company—they had ties high up the political ladder. No one with sense dared cross them.
But now, the elderly man's wrinkled palm pressed gently against John's face, grounding him.
John blinked as the red haze lifted. "I'm sorry, Grandpa. I didn't mean to scare you."
"My child," Mr. Wodehouse whispered, his voice filled with age and worry. "Promise me. No matter what, don't provoke Excellence Real Estate. You're just one man."
John nodded slowly, the storm in his heart still simmering. "I promise. I won't do anything stupid."
The old man let out a relieved sigh and smiled, a spark of warmth returning to his eyes.
"Good boy... Your sisters—they'll be overjoyed to know you're alive."
At the mention of his sisters, John's face lit up.