My father gritted his teeth and pounced on him. His legs went weak. He went down straightly, like a humble defeated soldier.
Richard was taken aback. Then he became even more excited. He then took out a stack of banknotes and slapped my father's face with them.
"It seems that you are more sensible! In that case, I will reward you a little more and spare your two good legs. Otherwise, you won't have a chance to see your daughter begging me for mercy on her knees."
My father wanted to get up and argue back. The pain from his wound made him unable to straighten up. He fell to the ground with his head straight pounding against the ground.
It ruined my father's self-esteem. He would never apologize to a devil by kowtowing to him!
Hearing a loud bang, my mother woke up from the bed. She stared in astonishment at her husband kowtowing to the killer. She was so angry that she rolled her eyes and fainted again.
My father struggled to lift his head and roared with tears.
"Kate is dead! She died five years ago! You can never take revenge on her! You are the one who killed her!"
Upon hearing this, I closed my eyes in fear and tightly covered my ears. The nightmare that I couldn't shake off came to me again.
