"Revenge must be taken, but... we can't rush. Anthony Davis suddenly struck without any disguise. Why do you think that is?"
Mr. Campbell's hatred subsided a little, returning some rationality, "Could it be... could it be that they have found out about the past..."
Mr. Campbell shook his head: "No... If he really knew, it wouldn't just be Arthem who was killed, all of us would be dead. Stay calm and do nothing for the time being, act as if... nothing happened."
"How can you say nothing happened? Arthem is dead, your grandson is dead... I no longer have a son." Mr. Campbell spoke through clenched teeth, his face streaming with old tears.
Mr. Campbell's face was covered in liver spots, his wrinkles deep-set, yet he lacked the tranquility an elder of his age should possess.
The sorrow in his eyes had passed, only leaving cold indifference behind.
