Chapter 273- Sticky

Chapter 273- Sticky

The umbrella moved down at lightning speed, aiming for Mikayla's heart. The old man watched silently as the hand of judgment was coming down on him mercilessly. He didn't feel fear, nor happiness.

Something about his life made him smile while other things made him frown and want to curse himself. He had seen too much and experienced too much to even know where to look if he wanted to remember the key points of his life.

Perhaps his fondest memories were the ones with the woman that he made his wife or perhaps it was when he found Kaya in that burnt orphanage.

Those were the best things he ever did. Granted, he ruined one of them beyond repair and barely could keep the other intact, but he still felt at peace that he met his wife and foster daughter and was able to love them and cherish them as much as his ignorant self could.