Chapter 123 That Hatred Is Not Free

• Life was good after all, Chris could feel it as he hugged his daughter and walked her around the kitchen, soothing her as the coffee began to smell. Chris could feel the warmth of their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.
• "I have to admit," a hoarse voice said behind him, "Artie would have loved to see this scene."
• Chris turned around and recognized Pierre Desmont behind him, disheveled, with his tie loose and a smile on his face. The man extended his hand and Chris shook it firmly.