Wait Patiently

Connor did not find Frank's response to be unexpected at all. He patted Frank on the shoulder as he chuckled. "Good. I look forward to the wedding feast." "Of course." The corner of Frank's mouth lifted slightly. Amidst his deep gaze flashed a subtle assurance. He had been personally preparing for this wedding for several days now. As long as he could be patient and wait a little longer, he could finally marry his bride. Yet sometimes, the more he anticipated, the more unexpected events occurred. At this time, Frank was not aware that near his suburban manor, a large number of people were stealthily lurking on the perimeters. It was seven fifty in the evening, only ten minutes short of eight o'clock. Lucille was curled up on the sofa watching television. All signals had been cut off in this manor, so she could only watch cartoons. She switched to another cartoon. At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Frank stumbled in, his body reeking of alcohol. There was a touch of drunkenne