Antagonist
Chapter 7. Hate it

...The ice in my heart is breaking. The beautiful little flower was still frozen in the snow....

...I once thought about what I was living for. Better to die, right? But he's right. Maybe spring will come....

...When the warm sun hugged me....

Edward.

"A... dad!?" Said the boy as his body was lifted.

"Ekhm!"The man coughed small disguising his awkwardness."You're like a dirty white rat! Better your wounds treated quickly! I don't want my suit dirty with blood!" Flint Snowden said, keep his eyes off, holding his son in the car. She was completely tense at this moment, pitying to see her son's wounds, as well as longing for this adorable cold face.

"Master! That's not how you talk to a kid!" Furran said trying to smile.

"This is my son! It's up to me to talk to this dirty white rat!" Firmly Flint, put his son into the car carefully.

This man never loved her. Not even reluctant to meet him. Why pretend well? Her tears are flowing, but maybe only this guy can save Rachel."A. Rachel's father is injured. A.what can help-"

"That's all?" Flint clenched his forehead. Like Jinn Aladin, anything can be done father bucin son this one. A father who is too shy and clumsy every time he meets his son.

Edward turned his eyes. Hate people who never talk to them much. The one who took Wilmar just to torture him.

"You hear Furran? My son said it. No need to wait for a search warrant. It's my own home! Use our relations, to directly send a special police unit. One more thing, provide the best ambulance and treatment." Sentence after sentence that made Edward round his eyes. But only for a moment, before looking back at the car window.

He doesn't talk much, because his father is the same.

While Flint put on a cold expression, while thinking how to open the conversation to his quiet son.

"Should I ask how they hurt you? Nah! I'm guilty of letting them hitchhike in my house for years! Under the pretext of giving you a whole family. Should I ask, how is your school!? But it's a precarious situation." Inner Flint. At times like this, he was in a panic. Secretly stealing a glance at his son. But when his son turned his head he turned to look elsewhere.

It's stressful, more stressful than a presentation in front of dozens of high-profile investors. His son was too cold, did not say much, like building a high wall.

Edward returned just to look. Not caring about the father who had only spoken a little. The father who sometimes blatantly said he loved his mother.

It is not her fault that Angelic (mother of Edward) died. He did not want to be born either. But the most important thing right now is Rachel's safety.

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While elsewhere. It was the home of the Snowden family. Rachel is dragged back to the living room, due to Edward's absence.

His body was already quite limp, with blood continuously flowing from his arms.

"Where's Edward going!?" Ask Wilmar.

But there was no answer, to be honest to move her lips, Rachel already had no energy. The body of an 8-year-old is still completely weak.

He thought back to his reasons for still living in this house. Knowing the contents of the original novel, but why still stay? It's because he knows how life is out there. In her former life as Rania, even eating was difficult. Having to work, as a street child even he was beaten for stealing food in the market. Therefore, in this life as Rachel herself wants to stay. Holding the legs of the antagonist, being like a leech at the feet of a rich antagonist into adulthood.

Unexpectedly, a worse life came to him.

Plaque!

A clothes hanger made of plastic broke his body. He cannot rise again. Unable to move, could this be the end of his life again? I don't know.just stuck still, the storyline in the original novel did change. Perhaps changing by only one verse is Rachel's death occurring earlier than the original work.

"I'll call security to find Edward. It's true! Your niece, the son of the devil who killed his own mother can only be troublesome!" Hadsen (uncle Edward).

When he opened the main door. That's when the face was seen. Really heart-piercing visuals. Long white hair tied back wearing glasses, strapping body with white fashion can be said to be a high value branded suit. Here's Flint! Father Edward.

Rachel, who was unable to speak due to her limp body, could only stare from the floor. This is truly one of the characters in his beloved novel. Flint, the father who never talked much to Edward mature in the original novel script. Always obstructing Edward from secretly committing murder. But in the end die at the hands of his own son, because the power struggle and his intention to kill Edward that has been too much to kill lives.

In the novel Flint is described as a middle-aged man. There is no definite picture other than his hair is white like Edward. But if seen now, no wonder Edward is so handsome, it turns out all down from his father.

"If I were 25 years old. So Edward's stepmother I accepted." Inner Rachel, a moment later slightly shook her head. He can't go off at all. Like his intention. Becomes a leech at Edward's feet, then leaves after matching Edward with Alira.

"Flint, ka-we're just going out looking for Edward. Edward ran away from home, just because we canceled taking him to the amusement park!" Hadsen's answer.

But Flint just smiled.

Brak!

Hadsen's body kicked him, completely kicked in the abdomen. Until he fell on the floor.

"Filum! What are you doing!? Remember Edward loved us so much! What if he hates you because you did this!" Shouted Wilmar wanted to save her husband.

The moonlight entered the open front door. The boy was seen standing at the door. Edward, he was there from earlier, unnoticed by Wilmar and Hadsen.

"Dad, kill them. Nah! Make them beg to die." Sentence after sentence she said with tears flowing.

"You hear? My son even said so..." The sentence from Flint smiled smirked, extending his hand backwards. Furran, his secretary just smiled, took the umbrella that was still closed.

"No golf clubs?" flint asked, raising his eyebrows next.

"No! They will die..." Furran tried to smile. Facing the father who was pregnant to his son was quite difficult. Let alone a truly awkward father like Flint.

"A...what do you want to do?" tanya Hadsen crawled backwards. Outside the house is full of police cars. Strangely, no one came in.

"Make the person self-conscious." Flint smiled grinning.

Brak!

Plaque!

Bugs!

"Filum! Stopit! We are Edward's family! Angelic Family!" Shouted Wimar when he was held, by Furran. Staring at her battered husband with an umbrella as Flint's weapon had shattered out of shape.

"Angelic? If my son dies, Angelic hates me more, so it's best to spoil my son, right?"