"Dad, did you do anything else than drink?" Natasha pressed on.

"What do you mean?" He was puzzled by her questions.

"Dad, think carefully! You can't make a mistake here!" She was dead serious.

"I think I blacked out from drinking. I can't remember a thing. What happened?" Hector frowned softly. Natasha finally dropped the bomb. "Dad, Sir Moran's daughter was dead!"

"She's dead?" He was stunned by the news. "How did that happen?"

"We don't have the details yet, but rumors had it that you were the murderer!" Natasha informed him.

"Did they say I was the murderer?" He was completely lost. Eyes bulging, he shook his head vehemently.

"No, that's impossible! No matter how drunk I am, I would not kill someone!" He might be a lightweight, but he was a well-behaved drunk. Normally, he'd be dead asleep after he was drunk and never made a scene.

"I don't believe them either, but witnesses claimed they saw you murder her. Sir Moran's forces are at our door, and they will force their way