"D... Dad?"
Wil got the shock of his life as he found his dad, the Mafia Lord Philip was standing in front of him at such an unusual time.
"A sudden visit at this hour? You haven't even informed me beforehand…" Then, he glared at Aster, "you… at least, you should have sent me a text if you knew about it."
Philip smiled, "c'mon, don't blame this poor fellow. He was just following my orders. By the way, will you ask all questions here or shall we talk inside?"
"Ah, I'm sorry. Come in…"
As both of them entered his apartment, Philip said as he sat, "I'm just here to spend my vacation with my son."
"Eh?"
That night, Wil was rolling on his bed as he wasn't getting sleep. He mumbled as he sat on his bed while grabbing his hair in frustration, "Damn, why is this old man here? And that too, for a week? Is the venue of his death going to be changed? Don't tell me I'm fated to die along with dad?