Chapter Fifty

I get out of the car and I see my father getting off his friend's motorbike. He brings several genks.

Ahh yeah, as far as I know, they are all my father's genks of thugs.

The motorbike, whose sound is loud, shatters the eardrums, plays until many people start to pay attention to us but no one dares to approach.

That's how it is, that's how it is.

What some careless people!

Indeed, if the thugs from my father's group had acted, no one would have dared to approach them unless they were just watching.

I close the car door and I see my father approaching me.

"Where did you hide my wife?" He asked.

"Can't remember yesterday who went home first, huh?" I asked back.

I don't want to be afraid in front of this man. Honestly, actually from the bottom of my heart, I hate my own father even though I know that shouldn't be done.

I have said this countless times.

I hate him that much.

"Your mother disappeared from the hospital,"

“So you thought I had money to pay for mom's place to stay