Capítulo 215: Mr. Kingsley

Meanwhile, at Rivers, the peace on the Smith estate was shattered that morning. Mr. Kingsley, flanked by several men, stormed onto the property, his eyes blazing with a thirst for vengeance.

"I demand you hand your son over, this instant!" the burly man, roughly the same age as Mr. Smith, bellowed. His face was crimson with rage.

Mrs. Smith, who had been sipping tea on the veranda, frowned, his glare resting on the latter with hostility. "Whatever is the meaning of this, Jacob?"

Their families have been enemies for decades, but he was surprised to see Mr. Kingsley, who had disappeared from the limelight after his son's death, eight years ago, suddenly re-appeared at his home to ask for Harry. What right does he have to ask for his son?

Mr. Kingsley's voice trembled with fury, his words spilling out in a venomous torrent. "Your son killed my boy, so bring him out right now! Blood for blood!"