He pulled the cloth away and took the box.
"Has this always been here?" he mumbled to himself as he unwrapped the cello tape used to seal the cover. He finally got it then and took the cover off.
"A photo album?" he muttered as he reached for it. He went over to his study table and sat down as he flipped through. He opened the first page and noticed his dad standing with a beautiful lady in her 30s.
"Is that my mum...?" he mumbled, removing the picture from the album. He stared at the picture as his eyes flashed with rage, hatred building up in his heart.
"I'll make you pay for this Nichole. I'll get revenge for my mother," he mumbled indignantly.
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Mr. Dickson was in his study room, busily working on some documents when he heard a faint knock on the door then it pushed ope
