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Chapter 2416
"Do you think I won't dare kill you, you old man?!" Malcolm pressed the knife against Samuel's
neck, and the tip of the knife stabbed into Samuel's neck while blood oozed out from the wound.
However, Samuel did not feel anything, even though his neck was injured by the knife. He
leaned back on the couch and looked at Malcolm with a smile. There was, however, a glint of
disdain in his eyes as he sneered, "I never thought that you won't dare kill me. On the contrary, I
'11 die in peace if I die by your hands. II
In his entire life, he had never done anything sinful. Even as a member of the notorious Quinn
family, he could bravely and frankly say that he did not commit any sin. That was why he dared
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtto become a priest; to help others overcome their sins as others referred to him as Father
Samuel.
However, was that truly so? Had he never committed any sins? In fact, he did.
A year back when he was drunk, he had missed Lucy so badly that he treated Malcolm's mother
as Lucy and bedded her. This was the most sinful thing Samuel had ever done.
He had been brooding about this incident ever since, thinking he could never compensate for
the sin he committed. However, he forgot that he had a son, Malcolm.
If Malcolm was the one who killed him, it would be the best place for him to be in this life, right?
"You pathetic old man!" Malcolm gritted his teeth as his eyes burned with hatred, glaring daggers at
Samuel's face. "Do you think I'll go soft on you? All these years, you didn't even care for me—not even a day!
"I don't give two shits about you. If I want to kill you, I'll kill you!"
Samuel sneered and opened his eyes to look at Malcolm, his smirk laced with mockery. "Just kill me already,
Malcolm Quinn, why must you run your mouth so uncouthly, still?"
He looked at Malcolm's hand, and the smile on his face grew bigger. "Why are your hands shaking? You want to be
a bad guy, yet scared of killing your father?
II
"Do you think you deserve to be my father, Samuel Quinn?" Malcolm's hands trembled as he tightened his grip on
the knife, hearing Samuel's taunts.
"Die!"
He raised the hA=—0I8PS with the knife and brought it down toward Samuel's neck—
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Samuel closed his eyes and smiled bitterly.
'Can I...finally be free? Is it time for me to go see Lucy and reunite with her?'
His lips slowly morphed into a smile as he loosened his muscles, prepared to finally breathe his
last.
However...the pain he had anticipated did not come, even after seconds had passed. He
furrowed his brow and opened his eyes.
Two men dressed in black he did not recognize restrained Malcolm on the floor. Meanwhile, a
handsome man sat on the couch far away. The man was wearing a black suit with straight
pants, revealing his ankles.
He lazily leaned back on the couch and looked at Samuel indifferently. He sneered, "As a priest,
should you truly allow your son to murder you? Father Samuel, you should know that if Malcolm
killed you back there, he will no longer be respected or treated equally in Merchant city or
anywhere else."
Murdering his father would be a crime that could destroy Malcolm's life forever.
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