Avery’s P.O.V.
“Do you think that he will stop after facing defeat by your hands, huh?” My Godfather, Mr. Hawkins asked me in an amusing tone. I sighed and rubbed my temple. I couldn’t say that I had a good judgment of one’s character, but as far as I tried to read Theo Vincent, he would do nothing more to hurt me, but I wasn’t sure about his backer.
“Dad…. I have something to ask you,” I said in a low tone while looking at him cautiously. We were on a video call. “It’s about Avery, right?” he asked me in a calm tone, but I could feel a hint of pain in his voice. Avery was about my age when she died 5 years ago. She died almost 10 days before I committed that crime.
“I am sorry, Dad….. but this is important…. I… I don’t know why, but I have this feeling that whoever is helping Theo from
