"Hmmm."
Slowly rubbing his eyes, with a brief look at the exceptionally clear morning sun. Max took a deep breath, feeling his muscles clench with a heavy feeling as he stretched out his limbs. He rubbed his eyes a few times, to clear off the dizziness.
Last night had been hectic, the hasty journey had drawn a lot of his mental strength due to worry and fear of death. The private jet that they flew in encountered a rain storm.
With lightning and thunder booming right before his ears, he already succumbed to death. Cursing his father inwardly while giving him a death stare.
The latter had his arms around his sister who was a little shaky trying to comfort her. Right there he saw the look of regret in his father's eyes.
However they weren't fated to die yet, they successfully passed through the storm and arrived in England on a rainy mid-night.
He didn't bother complimenting the British ambience but entered the waiting Limousine.
