It was already midnight when they arrived at their own house. Hugo became persistent that they should come back even if he was tired already, he thought that it might be better and he doesn't want we complicate things with Abigail.
Hugo looked above him. he was staring blankly at the white ceiling of his room. He recalled all the things that had happened earlier.
Was he satisfied with what happened?
That was the biggest question running in his mind. He took a deep sigh. He does not know what to think and how to feel.
Julius has been shot. He doesn't have any idea if he was still alive or no from what happened.
Was this his revenge already?
Hugo didn't feel satisfied with what happened. Or was it because there was still worry in his heart about what might come in the next few days?
"Ah, fuck!" He tirelessly breathed out. He was too lazy to get up and close the light of his room but he got to do it if he wanted to sleep peacefully.