Jacqueline threw herself to the edge of the bed, her features distorted in sorrow. "Grandpa, why didn't you hold on a while longer? I could've been able to see you for the one last time."

"Don't be sad, Ms. Jacqueline. No one had foreseen this to happen. Everything happened so suddenly. He was so angry and had a heart attack…"

Sean fought back his tears. "Terry, we made sure no word got out. How did he find out about it? Who called him?"

"I looked into the contact number. It's a fake number from another country. Forget about the dialer's identity—we couldn't even track down his IP address. The other party came fully prepared."

Terry's hands were tightly clenched into fists. The murderous intent in his eyes was glaring sharp. "Once I find out who the dialer is, I'll show him what hell feels like!"

His temperament had grown mild after years, completely different from 40 years ago when his way of doing things was infamously scary.

He lived by the streets as a beggar when he was a ki