The Dark Moon |A Murder

ing, cleaning his hair and spraying himself with perfume

, was standing with a letter in his hand, and he said. "That's fo

on it, with Happy Birthday, and u

to his bed without opening it. A

king up the note and opening it as

day, but he didn't bother to read it. But there was someth

letter and sta

before, although I don't know if you've answered them or not, and this time I made it clear to you that you need to have a look at them. I'm going to

her Mr.

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and he was standing on the main road, wa

at. He kept looking at his watch and was angry with hi

as exactly two o'clock and a white

Mr. Ryan to sit in th

ay, he kept wondering that he was seeing his father after a long time, not k

d never wanted to meet him all these yea

his head and dismissed

wlike office after half an hour. The driver go

earing a white shirt and a black

young girl greeted him warmly, say

int smile. Following her instru

tationed outside an office snap

uing on his way. Moving a little further, the girl approached the

e to call Mr. Edwards. After a span of five minutes, she informed him that

between them. After a brief moment, the girl turned her gaze towards him and ventured to ask a question that seemed to linger on he

scomfort intensifying with each passing second. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the elevator doors slid open, revealing the corrido

uriosity piqued, the girl seized the opportunity and opened the door, gesturing for him to wait inside. Her wor

bserved the entire room

g an immediate surge of alertness within him. The door swung open, and Mr.

How are you, my son?" He inquired, genuine affection radiating from his

anges in his demeanor. Despite the passage of time, Mr. Edwards remained a stead

e a significant transformation, with his persona

n to recount the arduous journey of his life, reminiscing about the years he had spent in solitude. Ryan, the attentive listener, absorbed his fath

. Edwards, his eyes moist with unshed tears, struggled to maintain composure as he responded. He confesse

. Edwards abruptly rose from his s

s from the table before them, bring

name. As the sole heir, he hoped that his son would take charge of the enterprise while pursuing his education. The exchange carrie