Javier's hands were still very much playing with the gun in his hands. He didn't leave it from his hands, rather stayed focused and still appeared aloof. "You were not even interested to learn about the killer and that is the reason, you left everything in the middle hand."
"That isn't true..."
"That is the truth we all are facing, Mr. Johnson. You can't deny that." Javier remained to his words, lifted his eyes to gaze at his father, with a slightly narrow glint passing by.
He can never forget the time when his mother's funeral was held. She was lying in front of him, in the coffin. It hurt his heart to the maximum where all his sentiments had gone numb. Not only did he find his family shattering into pieces, but his mother was also snatched from him.
And his father? Well, he had no care except about his mistress and the newborn daughter. If Charles was important to him for his business, he was a close substitute for the wastage.
