The Turnbulls were a family that had existed for hundreds of years, and there were many exceptional and powerful people within that family who had influential backgrounds. Due to that, they had always behaved rather recklessly since nobody could really stand up against them.

With all that in mind, Hooper had never imagined that his son would die so horribly. Hugging onto the many pieces of his son’s corpse, Hooper felt as a cocktail of grief, hatred, and wrath began brewing in his heart…

Upon seeing his reaction, everyone sensible enough immediately took a few steps back.

Still trembling, Hooper then turned to look at Lenox as he growled, “…Who… Who’s responsible for killing my son…?!”

Quivering in fear, Lenox then replied, “T-the person who did it… is the one my family’s been looking everywhere for! The deed was done by Gerald!”

“…What?! Gerald?!” roared Hooper, his eyes now a bloody-red as murderous intent exuded from every orifice on his body.

Watching all this play out,