Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Griffin had always known Odie was slow-witted, but he hadn't anticipated just how thoughtless he could be.

Reece and Wesley appeared to be at a disadvantage, but because they had taken the high ground, they had an edge.

As seconds and minutes ticked by, Griffin glanced at Julian and Elodie, who were preparing to flank Wesley, and then at Kiran, who was getting ready for a surprise attack from the shadows.

It could be said that Wesley was surrounded from all directions.

Their desperate resistance was nothing more than a last-ditch effort to buy time.

"What do you think, Colby?"

Colby glanced at Adler, who was by his side. Adler had already drawn his pistol and said, "He's no longer my father."

He knew that Colby and the others had hesitated to act because Wesley was his father.

Adler cocked the pistol, saying, "Let me do this."

With that, a glint of coldness flashed in Adler's eyes. His marksmanship had been honed abroad, a gift from Wesley himself.

Wesley, holding a pistol, watched Adler approach, his gaze growing heavier.

The father and son had hardly any communication throughout their lives.

This might be their only, and last, exchange.

Adler, with the pistol in hand, hesitated as he faced his father. But it was this moment of hesitation that gave his opponent an opportunity. Wesley, without mercy, shot Adler in the shoulder.

As blood spurted out, Adler heard Jenna cry out from below, "Adler!"

Colby was the first to react. He immediately drew his pistol and aimed it straight at Wesley's forehead, firing a shot.

A gunshot echoed, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Reece immediately stepped in front of Wesley, his back towards Colby, facing his father.

The bullet passed through Reece's forehead, and he smiled at his father.

"Dad..."

Reece fell into Wesley's arms, softly calling out.

His eyes quickly dilated.

He remembered, as a little boy,

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Back then, he didn't understand why, despite their love, his parents had to meet in secret.

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As he grew older, he understood that his existence was meant to be hidden.

His mother was just a mistress, and he, forever a child hidden from the sunlight. He had always envied Adler.

At least Adler could proudly be his father's son.

Even if he was a wastrel, people would say, "He is Wesley's son."

He didn't agree with everything his father did.

But because he was his father, he was willing to fulfill his father's dreams.

Even if it meant being utterly reprehensible, that was still his father.

"My son... my good child..."

Wesley held Reece, tears unconsciously flowing down.

But the shot that followed struck Wesley's heart.

The shooter was none other than May.

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She could even tolerate him having children outside their marriage.

But she couldn't let anyone harm her son.

The moment his heart stopped beating.