Christopher Lewis awoke to find himself on a plane.
Sitting beside him were his parents.
He immediately unbuckled his seatbelt, wanting to leave.
At this moment, Mr. Lewis held him down, and he was completely immobilized in his seat.
The water he had drunk last night had been drugged with a sleeping pill by his mother; he now felt utterly weak and was unable to struggle or fight back.
"Why? Why do you have to do this to me, today is the most important day of my life!" Christopher's tone was one of extreme despair.
The woman he loved all his life was still waiting for him.
"Unfilial son! You even have the audacity to say such things; you know very well what you did. Of all the people to offend, you just had to provoke Leo Harrell, the devil incarnate. You should be grateful to be alive and sitting here!" Mr. Lewis roared, unable to hold back his anger.