Chapter 119: Then She became Rich

Morning came into the house of the man and he was awoken by plates clanging and utensils hitting the table and the kitchen floor.

"Who the fuck is that? And where is that woman?" 

He grabbed his gun underneath the coffee table and placed it in between his palm and chest, holding it tightly from his other hand while positioning his forefinger in the trigger. 

He walked slowly from the living room as he pointed the gun up north and calmed himself. Wishing in his mind that it was just rats or a cat that got inside of his premises and not a human.

He doesn't want to kill a human. Killing a human was never in his agenda anytime soon. Even if his family does it all the time, he was not one of them. 

A black sheep was the thing they called him.

He was nearing his kitchen when he heard a soft humming from the dining room, making him stop from his tracks and pressed his back near the wall that separated the kitchen and the dining room.