"Dad." Liza rushed to the bed, grabbing Bert's hand.
In her mind, Bert was a stern old grump. He was always tough and sharp.
But now, the illness had taken a toll on him. He had shrunk, and his hair had gone gray overnight.
Fermin stood behind her, watching with pain.
In fact, Bert had been ill for a while now. He had been grooming Fermin for years.
But once he'd caught wind of Fermin's plans, Bert would rather kill him and trash their legacy than let him join the Illuminati.
Fermin knew this day was coming. Liza didn't. Bert never wanted her to.
She froze, feeling like his hand had twitched. She stopped crying and spun to Fermin.
"Did you see it? Dad moved..." she exclaimed.
Fermin clapped a hand over her mouth, a move that confused her.
In the ward, Fermin had seen the twitch too but hushed her. It meant they were all being watched.
She just didn't know why the Illuminati managed to control Fermin. He was always so tough.
She snuck a few glances at him. He asked, "Wanna go shopping? I'll go with you."
After the initial confusion, she got it and nodded. "Yeah. I'm going nuts cooped up. Let's go."
"Okay," Fermin said, turning to the driver. "Pull over at the square."
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