Davies’s POV

There he is.

For the rest of my life, I can never forget the face of the father who was behind the death of my mother even though I was diagnosed with amnesia.

His face haunted me each time I remembered it.

“You…” I yelled, trying to get off the constraints that were holding me back but it was to no avail.

Thrashing about didn't help either and making me even more enraged, he was smirking.

"Long time no see Davies.” He mouthed, walking further in my direction, the smirk on his face still stamped on it.

"How dare you show your face here after what you have...