Chapter 251

"Karl, stop." Tristan shot a glance at Karl, who was visibly shaking. Karl's bloodshot eyes locked onto Nathaniel's blood-soaked shirt as the man let out a twisted smile. "They're... they're..." Nathaniel didn't get to finish. A mouthful of dark blood spilled out and he collapsed backward onto the bed. Tristan quickly stepped up and checked for any signs of breath near Nathaniel's nose—nothing. Just then, a tiny black bug zipped out of his nostril, wings glistening with smeared blood. Karl pulled out a small vial, and the bug obediently flew inside. "You really don't want to know about your parents?" Karl curled his lips. "You actually believe him? Guys like that... better just shut up permanently." There was a beat of silence before Tristan said, "I just didn't want you leaving with regrets." Karl let out a short laugh. "Regret? For what? Since I can remember, 'parents' was just a painful word. More like a label for revenge. The only person around was someone I thought was my grandpa—