Micheal’s Pov.

“You murder.”

“I’m disappointed in you son.”

“You made a murder our president.”

“You assured me that your son was a good man now he killed my daughter.”

“You would rot in jail.”

“You killed my best friend.”

I couldn’t even get into the office the next day because the entrance was crowded.

The press had heard about what happened so on. It was probably one of my servants that snitched.

People murmured derogatory remarks about me.

The workers called me a murderer, my father expressed his disappointment in me, the shareholders cursed my father for making me president, and Liz’s father also wasn’t left out.

Sarah assured...