<h4>Chapter 123: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE: The Aplice</h4>


    Kendrick’s POV


    The woman frowned after hearing what I said but there was no sign of grief or despair.


    I looked at the man and he was no different. They acted like the person being spoken about was a stranger.


    "So, you are telling me that Evans is dead?" the woman asked.


    I felt she must have been too shocked to ept the news and needed rification.


    "Yes, he passed away and his body has been taken to the city hospital morgue" I replied and she sighed heavily.


    No tears or any other reaction, just the sigh before leaning on the door frame with a contemtive expression.


    "You look rich, that means he must have saved up quite a huge amount of money while working with you" She suddenly said and I looked at her in disgust.


    What a shameless woman?


    I felt Christy trying to free her hand from mine but I held it tighter as I didn’t want her to hit the woman and dirty her hand.


    "Oh, so you are his boss? Didn’t he tell us that his job wasn’t paying much? That brat has money and still refuses to pay his own father’s debts... How ungrateful, I am the reason he came into this world in the first ce!" the man yelled angrily as he staggered forward.


    "He is your son and definitely takes after you" the woman sneered angrily.


    "He just informed you that your son is dead," Christy said through gritted teeth. Her body trembled with restrained anger as she red at them.


    "Should I kill myself because he is dead? People die everyday, it’s nothing new" the woman replied angrily.


    "You are disgusting" Christy said to her but she just scoffed.


    "Are you here topensate us for our son’s life? And he must have an apartment in his name, I want it. His savings should also be given to me as well, I will take it for the stress of giving birth to him" the woman said, the greed in her eyes couldn’t be concealed and it made me more disgusted.


    "What! I want his entire savings to pay off my debts. How can you be so greedy and want to take everything for yourself?" The man quickly yelled at her.


    "Let’s go before I hit someone," Christy said angrily.


    We turned around and walked towards the stairs without saying another word to them.


    "Hey, when are you sending me the money? You betterpensate me for his life!"


    "Hey, don’t just walk away, give me the money!"


    The both of them yelled for the money but felt no heartache for theirte son.


    On getting to the car, we sat quietly to control our emotions for a few seconds.


    "I feel so bad for Evans" Christy started sobbing and I gave her gentle pats on the back.


    "I came here with the mindset that if they cry and mourn him genuinely, I will get them an apartment and ensure they livefortably for the rest of their lives but they really exceeded my expectations of how heartless they would be" I said with a deep sigh.


    "Let’s go, it’s gettingte" she whispered softly and I immediately started the car.


    I drove straight to the hospital where all the victims were taken. Mason was waiting outside the hospital when we arrived.


    He looked extremely tired and tense, I frowned as I slowly parked. A lot has been happening recently and everyone has been affected.


    "Mother is in room 108 on the second floor, others are there as well" he said to Christy as soon as we got down from the car.


    She nodded before walking into the hospital, she probably figured that he wanted to speak with me privately.


    "Any news?" I asked as I rested on the hood of the car and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket.


    I handed him one and took one for myself before putting it back in my pocket. I lit them up and we both took a few drags before getting to business.


    "I haven’t smoked in months," he said with a slight smile.


    "I personally checked the list of your grandfather’s recent visitors at the police station and I found someone really interesting," he said and took another drag of his cigarette.


    I tried to think of someone that would have enough influence and status to make Mason notice them in a list of people.


    "Who?" I frowned.


    "Madam Michaelson," he replied calmly.


    I was surprised at first but when I thought of their intense growth and expansion in the past few years, I knew they weren’t as clean as they pretend to be.


    "They train a secret set of soldiers every year but they always keep it under wraps. Nobody knows where they keep them or who all these people are but the government and military decided to turn a blind eye as long as their interests were not affected.


    I believe the people that attacked the mansion are these secret soldiers" He exined and I furrowed my brows in thought.


    "What makes you so certain that they are involved?" I asked him as I knew he never said anything without strong evidence or clue.


    "One of the generals that came to check on the dead soldiers, was extremely pissed when he saw one of the dead assassins and he left in rage.


    So, I asked Dexter to secretly follow him and he reported back that the man went straight to the Michaelson residence and had a huge argument with the patriarch" he exined and I nodded in understanding.


    "Let’s pay a visit to the Michaelson Patriarch, he has been trying to meet up with me recently... Let me finally fulfill his wish" I said and threw the cigarette butt on the floor and extinguished it by stepping on it.


    Mason also did the same before getting into the car and I slowly drove out of the hospital.


    "Arrange a meeting between me and the general, who confronted the old man. We need all the allies we can get" I said to Mason and he immediately made the call.


    On arriving at the Michaelson residence, we were quickly led into the vi. We saw that they were having dinner.


    What was more surprising was the fact that my mother’s son, Zain, was also at the table and he seemed pretty close to them.