While Frank took Kat out on a joyride in the Maserati, Ned Janko had returned to his old house.


    As he rushed toward his father''s bedroom, he immediately found his brother''s six-year old son, Hal,


    outside the door.


    Hal was ying with his water gun with the servants and promptly trained the gun on Ned''s face when


    he saw him.


    "Hahaha!!!" He pped his thighs as he left Ned''s face and clothes soaking wet, even insulting him


    with a limerick. "What exactly happened to Ned? Well, his stud kicked him right in the head!"


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    "You little...!" Ned red at the child furiously even as he pushed his wet bangs off his face.


    He certainly could p the child for his insults, but he could not—if heid a finger on his nephew, his


    own brother would just beat him up instead.


    "Hmph," he snorted, gritting his teeth and ignoring the child as he strode into his father''s bedroom. His


    father''s health was more urgent, after all.


    "Haha! Coward!" Halughed as he left. -


    Inside the room filled with traditional decorations, a man with ashen hair and a purple face, his eyes


    tightly shut as hey in bed, unconscious.


    It was Ned''s father and the current head of the Janko family, Ciril Janko.


    Yed Janko, Ned''s brother, was the tall, scrawny man standing beside Ciril''s bed.


    "Where have you been?! Father''s been poisoned!" Yed''s eyes shed sharply as he wheeled on Ned.


    Ned flinched, trembling and sweating bullets as his face turned pale. "I-I was just out on a stroll—"


    "Out on a stroll?!" Yed strode up and seized Ned by the cor, growling icily, "Is there really such a


    perfect coincidence? You stepped out for a moment, and Dad ended up poisoned?!"


    "We''re right. He''s definitely the one who poisoned Ciril... No one else has a motive." The woman sitting


    by Ciril''s bed and holding his hand spoke up just then.


    She was Pa Mill, Ciril''s second wife whom he had married after the passing of Yed and Ned''s


    mother.


    Her tears were gushing even as she red at Ned. "You''re holding a grudge because your father


    chose Yed as his sessor, don''t you? How could you be so selfish?!"


    "I-I''m not!"


    Ned could tell immediately that both Yed and Pa were conspiring against him, and reasoning was


    pointless.


    More frustratingly, his own brother had to poison their father just to hasten his session!


    He was certainly seething and wanted to burn all bridges against Yed right then. However, his family


    was a family of martial artists, and Yed was of Birthright rank.


    Even if Ned trained in secret and built himself up, he had only just reached Birthright rank himself. He


    would not win against Yed, and if he started a fight here, he would definitely be getting the me for


    poisoning their father.


    His spite was aze, but he had no choice but to hold back.


    "Uncle..."


    That was when he felt someone tug on his sleeve.


    He turned in reflex to see that Hal had followed him inside and promptly shot his water gun at his face


    when he turned!