The Cruel Young Master

Eps 37 Truths of the Past

Mohan gasped when he saw himself tied to a chair in the old building. He smiled at the sight of his death approaching. "You made me wait a long time." The young master smoked his cigarette and exhaled slowly.

"The revenge makes a person more violent" Mohan said, looking at the boy in front of him.

"Trees cannot grow without roots nor will grudges exist without a reason." Mohan chuckled and nodded in agreement to that remark.

The young master took one cigarette and slipped it into Mohan's mouth. Then burn it with a match in his hand. "Practice your last cigarette." The young master threw his cigarette ash on Mohan's face.

"What do you want to know" said Mohan.

"Why did you kill my parents, what mistake did they make to you?" The situation is getting serious.

"Both your parents?" Mohan threw out his cigarette.

"I just killed your father!" The young master frowned waiting for the next explanation.

"How can I kill a woman I love so much?"

"Hahaha, that looks ridiculous." Mohan kept talking.

"You know that necklace you took from me? that's the necklace I gave Audrey, Initial A is Audrey!" Mohan closed his eyes for a moment.

"Ck, old painful memories. My mother and I were good friends. We talked to each other because we were friends from school. Until one day we were arranged by our parents. I'm so happy to hear that. But Audrey willed otherwise, she did not like this matchmaking. During the engagement, Audrey looked glum as well as her eyes looked blank. I saw the compulsion in his eyes. A few days after the engagement, Audrey disappeared without news and sent me a letter." Mohan's eyes glazed over as he told her.

"The contents of the letter are Audrey's apology to me for leaving me after the engagement. He regretted not being able to stop our engagement. She had tried her best to talk to her father but her father also insisted on keeping him with me. Then Audrey disappeared so we wouldn't get hurt any deeper. He apologized repeatedly and returned the necklace I gave him. At that moment I realized that I was just his best friend not his loved one." Mohan smiled bitterly.

"After that I tried to find Audrey's whereabouts. Investigate where Audrey went. When I found out where Audrey was hiding the harsh reality that Audrey and other men hurt my feelings. I'm trying to meet the guy she's with. And he's Hars, your father!" Mohan's eyes reddened in memory of his past.

"I just want to know why you killed my father but you're telling me about your pill story" said the young master, enjoying his cigarette.

"At least you should know this story before I die."

"It is fortunate that my mother chose the right choice not to marry you" said the young master with his sly grin.

"It's up to you to talk but the point is that I killed your father because he broke his promise!" mohan said with fire.

"Hars promises to protect Audrey, take care of Audrey, make Audrey happy" Mohan sighed before continuing his words.

"I let Audrey go with her, but Hars she can't even look after Audrey. BECAUSE HARS AUDREY IS DEAD!"

"So you didn't kill my mother?" The young master stepped on the cigarette butt he had smoked.

"Well, which fool would kill the one he loves?"

"If it wasn't you who killed then?" The young master fused his eyebrows together awaiting an explanation from Mohan.

"Your own family, YOUR GRANDFATHER!" mohan said stirring.

The young master felt disbelief in this truth. He tries not to be overwhelmed by Mohan's persuasion.

"You don't believe the truth?" Mohan laughed a little.

"You know your grandfather didn't like your father that much?" he added.

The young master knew what Mohan said was true. Even when he was a child, his father never visited his grandfather abroad. He only went with his mother while on vacation to his grandfather's house.

"Your grandfather doesn't like your father because he hates the work he does because it's too dangerous for his daughter Audrey to live with Hars. Therefore your grandfather chose to finish him off so that his life back to calm does not threaten the lives of his daughter and granddaughter."

"How do you know all that?" The young master kept trying as quietly as possible because it was not yet time for him to punish the man in front of him.

"I went to your grandfather's apartment. When I entered his apartment, I heard your grandfather yelling at someone. I slowly approached the origin of the sound. I heard your grandfather was angry that his man shot the wrong man. At first I did not understand but the longer I understood that what was meant was Hars. Your grandfather was planning to kill Hars but his men were so misdirected that Audrey was shot. It's supposed to be Hars, not Audrey!" Mohan cried and was angry when he told it. Looks very hit but does not eliminate the crime he has done.

"So I killed Hars for it." Mohan's voice sounded softly after previously snapping loudly.

"Can I trust your words?" Asked the young master for not being so completely confident about Mohan's honesty.

"Will someone lie at a time like this? if you don't believe, just ask your grandfather!"

"Hm, now it's clear you killed my father and turned everything over to the girl, right?" The young master played his pocket knife.

"Why do you care so much about him. In love?" Mohan laughed mockingly.

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"Akh..." Mohan instantly fell silent as the young master stabbed into his stomach. The young master stabbed him even deeper and twisted his knife. Then stab him again. Cruel? to him that word was only for someone who was in trouble with him.

"First gift for the vengeance of my father's death!" The young master smiled happily at the sight of his enemy dying when he got his punishment.

"You are indeed a ruthless and merciless mafia leader. But do you think about your mother's feelings? he must hate you so much when he finds out what his son did was kill a human." Mohan gasped for pain as he spoke.

"At least think of yourself whether my mother was disappointed in you or not for killing her husband" the young master chimed in on Mohan's remarks.

"Looks like my words made you think." The young master pulled back his knife as Mohan whimpered in pain. Then the young master pointed his revolver towards Mohan.

Dorian

"Akhhh" One bullet went through Mohan's right chest. Mohan's hands were tied back and could only look at the wounds on his body.

"Second gift to the girl you've framed!" The young master's gaze sharpened unforgivingly. His face was flat expressionless while giving punishment to his enemy.

"Now-huk..." Mohan vomited fresh blood so that his clothes were soaked by his own blood.

"Wicked people like you will not be happy and will suffer..." Mohan's consciousness was only a few seconds away and was preparing to meet its end.

"A special third gift for you!"

Dorian

"Give me some water" the bodyguard ran to the car to get a water bottle.

"This is sir,"

The young master cleaned his sharp folding knife from Mohan's dirty blood. "You carry what I tell you?" the young master asked the two bodyguards in front of him.

"We took him, sir" the two guards showed each other the jirigen they were carrying. Inside it contains kerosene which is ready to be a material for combustion.

"The corpse's flush!" The young master's orders while washing his bloody hands from a knife incision when he was attacked.

"We've done it, sir!" Report the guard.

The young master nodded and lugged his match. "Good bye." The match was thrown on Mohan's body and burned his entire body. The fire started to grow and spread around it. The young master enjoyed the event burning Mohan's body with his two bodyguards.

"The show's over you can go!" Before leaving, his two guards bowed respectfully to the young master.

"Wait!" the young master took off his jacket and threw it at the bodyguard.

"Down that jacket!" the two guards looked at each other as if they were not willing if the jacket was thrown away.

"Sir, can we take it? this is too good to throw away?" ask one of the guards for permission to have it.

"If you want to take it!"

"Thank you, thank you very much, we'll excuse you." The two bodyguards lowered their heads for a moment and stepped away leaving the young master.

They smiled happily as the jacket was worth close to a hundred million. The jacket has a luxurious Givenchy look and features dozens of silver buttons. It is unfortunate if the jacket is thrown away. Even if there are blood stains, at least it can still be cleaned.

The young master stared at the flames that were devouring the building before his eyes. He had just set it on fire a few minutes ago but the fire had almost filled one room.

The young master walked away from the flames and entered his car. It was not intended to go back to his mansion but it felt like he only wanted to go to the hospital to meet Alisya.

When I arrived at the hospital, the area was already quiet. There were only a few doctors and security guards still on guard at the time.

The young master looked at the clock that was stuck to the wall. The clock shows at one o'clock more means that the time is almost before morning. The young master rushed towards Alisya's room. The girl he wanted to meet was already asleep and was probably dreaming beautifully at this moment.

The young master looked at the two eyes that were clenching the meeting while gently rubbing his hair. "I'm sorry" said the young master regretting everything that had been done to Alisya. Long enough the young master looked at Alisya who was fast asleep, so the longer it made her feel sleepy as well.

The young master slept in a sitting position on a chair and his head was placed beside Alisya's hand. Hope to dream beautifully after facing the harsh reality of the unexpected.

The next morning Alisya woke up first and was surprised to see the young master falling asleep beside her hand. Accidentally the wound in the young master's hand diverted him. Alisya approached to see it more clearly.

"It looks like it's got an incision."

Suddenly the nurse came carrying a note and checked the Alisya infusion hose.

"Suster!" call Alisya slowly.

"Yes, miss,"

"Can you please get me a P3K box?" alisya Pinta.

"This is Miss," the nurse gave Alisya the P3K box.

Alisya took it and thanked the nurse. "Please excuse me first." Alisya smiled.

After that Alisya waved her hand to check whether the young master was still asleep or not. After feeling no movement, Alisya immediately treated the young master's hand. Slowly and carefully Alisya gave the medicine so as not to infection and bandaged it with bandages.

The young master felt someone touch his hand. When he woke up the young master immediately pulled his hand from Alisya's grasp. "It's almost done sir," Alisya said and pulled back the young master's hand.

"Already," the young master still remained silent observing Alisya's every move. Then go to wash your face. After finishing the young master returned and Alisya called out to him.

"Master!" The young master turned his head to face Alisya.

Alisya squeezed her fingers. "I want to go to the bathroom. So can you help me?" Alisya swallowed the saliva with difficulty a little afraid to ask the young master for help.

Without saying much the young master approached Alisya and carried her to the bathroom. Alisya was confused because this was not what he meant. Why go to the bathroom with everything.

"Sir, I'll go to the bathroom by myself in a wheelchair!"

"Why didn't you say that?"

"I thought you understood."

The young master sighed harshly. "Hm" The young master turned towards the wheelchair and sat Alisya down.

"Thank you" said Alisya and ran his own wheelchair. The young master who saw Alisya's distress instantly helped push his wheelchair.

"Master I can be alone" said Alisya while looking back.

"Shut up!" sahut young lord. Alisya involuntarily poked her lips.

"I'll wait for you outside" the young master closed the bathroom door and stood beside the door.

Alisya blew her upper hair. "Sucks. If only I could walk on my own I wouldn't ask for his help" Alisya grumbled as he pulled out all his junk.

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