The family of four returned to the place they lived in. It was a tiny house with no bed.
Brock and Haley seemed to be a little silent.
Right then, some tattooed thugs in black kicked the door open.
"Why are you guys still here? We paid you for the demolition; what else do you all want?" A thug asked as he sounded annoyed,
"We..." Haley was shocked as she stood up. She did not move away because of her bedridden husband and they had nowhere else to stay.
"We'll leave immediately. Just give us some time to pack up our things," Brock said.
"Oh, you are alive. Haha, I thought you were as good as dead. How about this? Since you have been sick for so long, you won't be able to satisfy her. Why don't you let her live with me instead?" One of the thugs laughed mockingly.
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