Couldn't save her

Third person's pov ::

Harold's age: 16

"Are you the one behind all of this??" Marcel blazed in anger.

"Behind what??" Helen smirked in return.

There were infront of the seashore, facing each other. The water waves moving up and down, wild and free. They were times when they used to visit this place everyday back then when Harold was a kid. A wave of nostalgia swept over Helen while entering the place. The three of them, a perfect happy family. But now it was shattered, everything was ruined.

"Don't play dumb, Helen!!" He growled.

"Yes, it was me." Helen smirked in challenging way. "I abducted those girls from your lair and even the white powders." She clicked her tongue. "Even Diego is dead now." She gave him a pity look.

"You!!!" Marcel's nostrils flared in intense rage as he took a step forward to harm her.

"Don't you dare!" Helen glared as she held her palm out.

"A single step forward and my men, who are standing above the building will shoot you." Marcel looked up at the building