บท 174: 174 - From the ashes

It was hours later that Michael Harsh came back. His steps were unsteady, and he had to try a few times to get the door to open.

His expression was fierce despite the difficulty he had thinking because of the alcohol. In his hazy mind that didn't even bother thinking about how he managed to get back, the conversation from the phone call he got at the cemetery was still going through his mind:

"Hello?"

"Michael, it's me. Isaac."

"Yes, I know. Thank you for calling me."

"Don't mention it. I should have been at the funeral itself. My condolences."

"Thank you, Isaac."

A small moment of silence came before the man on the other side spoke again:

"Unfortunately, I am not calling with good news."

Michael frowned, before he took a deep breath. Ever since the failed engagement of his daughter, things could be said to have only been taking a downward turn for him. He composed himself, then asked:

"Tell me."