"Yes, I'm Hughie. Mr. Lawrence, I—"

Frank punched him before he could finish, though his knuckle never made contact.

It was the pure vigor swirling around his fist, tearing through the air like a lightning bolt that sentHughie flying.

His huge frame slammed viciously against the floor, his meridians severed as he was left with a holein his chest.

His eyes rolled into their sockets, and he was clearly not breathing much.

"Argh!!l" Cindy screamed right then and dropped to a crouch, clutching her head with both arms.She would not dare to snap at Frank—unlike her aunt, she had seen Frank's true nature.

"You don't have to go that far, Gramps," Frank replied. "Just say the word, and I'll consider it done.”He started upstairs, only to hear Henry breathing a long sigh.

"I know you're in a dilemma, Frank. But know this—you owe my family nothing anymore, and I'll nolonger be a burden.”

Frank was stricken with a sense of foreboding, but even before he could run upstairs, he heard it.Bang!

The violent gunshot seemed to strike Frank in the heart. His head went blank even as he scrambledupstairs to replace Henry sitting limply on the couch, his hands dangling limply at his side while he bledfreely from a hole on his temple.

"Gramps!" Frank screamed as he leapt up, prying Henry's mouth open and shoved all the pills hehad down his throat.

"Temples... sternum... solar plexus..." He pulled out the acupuncture needles from his pocket andfrantically tried to save Henry.

Ultimately, he was left sitting limply on the floor, staring blankly into thin air.

Henry Lane was dead.

Frank was a miracle worker, but there was nothing he could do for a patient who blew his ownbrains out.

At the same time, the Turnbulls arrived.

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