Francis POV
I'm busy signing papers when my phone rang. Basta ko na lang itong sinagot na hindi tinitignan ang caller.
"Hello."
"Francis."
Napatigil ako sa pagperma at napasandal sa upuan ko. I smirked.
"How are you, Tristan Fontanilla?"
"I'm glad that you still remember me, Francis." He laughed.
"Nothing is funny, Tristan."
"I know. I just want to laugh but..." He paused. "So your son is alive, huh?"
Nawalan ng emosyon ang mukha ko. Humigpit ang hawak ko sa cellphone.
"He's dead—"
"Really, huh? Dead? Are you kidding me, Francis? Isa siya sa mga balak kong patayin dahil sa pag-raid nila noon sa hide out ko."
Kumunot ang noo ko. "The hell are you talking about, Tristan? My son is dead and as a payment for killing him... I killed your girlfriend."
"Damn you, Francis!"
"Same to
