Chapter - 261
As Rick drove, the hum of the engine filled the silence, but his mind was anything but quiet. The calm and composed look of his father, the slight hint of mockery in his voice, the cold confidence, he felt something was wrong. His thoughts churned, dissecting every possible move his father and Jed could have planned.
He and that other guy Jed, who tried to run over him with the truck, must've come up with something, Rick mused, gripping the steering wheel tighter. But what? A direct hit? If Jed was going to ram me with a truck again, why would my father be in the same car? It doesn't add up. He wouldn't be sitting here if he knew the car would be attacked. He's not that foolish.
Rick's mind darted to other possibilities. Maybe they plan to lure me somewhere isolated. Somewhere no one would see. An ambush? He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel with frustration, trying to piece together the vague clues.
He stole another glance at his father, who was now casually looking around. His expression seemed calm; his posture relaxed. No tense shoulders, no darting eyes, no rapid breathing. His pupils were steady, not dilated from anxiety, and his lips curved faintly, as though he were just enjoying the ride. Yet there was a subtle hint of something off, something too composed. Rick's instincts screamed that there was more beneath the surface.
Just when Rick was getting almost frustrated about what they had planned for him, the system appeared before him, just when he needed.
[Oh Master! What would you do without me? how could you not figure it out? Misreading your father's plan so badly? It's almost embarrassing!]
[Flashback begins]
Outside the house, Rick's father stood next to Jed, who pointed to the sharp corner on the mountain road, on a map displayed on his phone. His voice dropped to a whisper as he explained, "This spot is perfect. One hit with a truck, and Rick will go straight over the edge, down the hill, and to hell."
Rick's father frowned, shaking his head. "How are you going to make sure Rick dies this time? The last time you tried running him over, he escaped without a scratch. Even his car was barely damaged."
Jed's eyes gleamed as he pulled out two small, chip-like devices. Holding one up in his right hand, he explained, "This right here. It'll lock all four wheels, so Rick's car won't move an inch, no matter how hard he tries."
He raised the other chip, grinning wider. "And this one? It'll lock all the doors and windows. Rick won't be able to escape. He'll be stuck inside, caged in his own car, waiting to die. All I have to do is ram his car with the truck, and he'll be sent flying off the cliff."
Rick's father stared at the chips, clearly uneasy, rubbing his forehead. Jed, sensing his doubt, added with a cunning smile, "But for this to work, I need your help."
Rick was suddenly distracted from the flash back by uncomfortable groans emanating from his father. He glanced over, noticing his father holding his belly, contorting his face into a strange, uncomfortable expression.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Rick asked casually, dismissing his father's discomfort. He figured this must be some sort of ploy with Jed. "We'll be home in just seven minutes. Just hold on."
But his father's groans only grew louder, more strained. He clenched his gut tighter, his face twisting in pain. Rick looked at him more closely, realizing his father's discomfort was genuine—sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyes revealed a mix of pain and distress.
"What's wrong?" Rick asked again, this time with genuine concern.
"I need to get out and throw up," his father managed to say, and Rick put on the brakes and brought the car to a halt.
[Master! Don't!]
The system warned.
But Rick ignored the system's warning as he reached for the passenger side door. Before he could even react, his father dashed out, slamming the door behind him and bending down on the side of the road to throw up.
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Rick watched with slight concern; all his anger and frustration toward his father seemed to vanish for that moment. He felt a genuine worry for him. But when he tried to open his door to get out and help, it wouldn't unlock. He frantically tried the passenger side and the rear doors, but they were all locked.
[Dear master! You have fallen right into their trap.]
[Flashback continues…]
Rick's father looked at Jed with a mix of surprise and anger. "What do you need my help for? I already got you access to his car? Did not I?", he demanded, his voice shaking slightly.
Jed leaned in closer, his tone conspiratorial. "I need you in the car with him."
Rick's father's eyes widened, disbelief washing over him. "Are you out of your mind?" he snapped, his voice rising. "How can you ask me to be in the car when you know it's going to be hit? Do you want me dead too?"
His voice trembled, a mixture of anger and fear evident in every word.
Jed stepped closer, trying to calm Rick's father. "Relax. The chips I'll fit in Rick's car have connection radius of ten meters. There's no way I could keep following him from that distance; he'd surely suspect something. If you stay in the car and just push the remote activation buttons as soon as you get out, he won't even know. You just need to make an excuse to get out for a moment, press the buttons, and that's it."
Rick clenched his jaw, fury boiling inside him. How could he? He observed his father closely, read his emotions and expressions, yet he couldn't even figure out his father's act.
The system chimed in again.
[Don't beat up yourself, master!]
[Flashback continues...]
Rick's father couldn't shake the feeling that Rick was getting smarter and more alert lately. He had a feeling that fooling him won't be an easy task. So, he thought before and had bought a tablet, which will induce symptoms which would convince Rick to stop the car.
When Rick was focused on the flashback about his father's treachery, he thought he was distracted by the road, so he quickly took the tablet, hiding it from Rick. Soon the effects of nausea spread over the body, and Rick saw the real symptoms and was worried, without realizing he had taken a tablet.
As soon as Rick stopped the car, his father got out, he closed the door behind and pressed the remote buttons, which locked the wheels, doors and the windows. Then he quickly dialled from Jed.
[Flashback ends]
[Master, what are you going to do now?]
Rick watched his father from inside the car, hunched over on the side of the road, retching violently. His entire body seemed to convulse with each heave, his face pale and dripping with sweat. His breaths came in ragged gasps between the retching, and he clutched his stomach as if it were twisting in agony. Beads of sweat rolled down from his temples, soaking his collar, while his shaky hands gripped his knees for support. The nausea had clearly hit him hard—his knees buckled, and his body wobbled as if he might collapse any second. Your journey continues with Freewebnovel
It was almost laughable. He was miserable and suffering, just so he could have his son killed for sure.
His father had always been absent, never there when Rick needed him growing up. A drunkard who couldn't keep himself together, a dull idiot who had never amounted to anything useful. And yet now, when it came to killing his own blood—his own son—out of jealousy and twisted lust, he was acting smart. How quick he was to think of a plan to get me out of the house, to have me killed.
Rick's lips curled into a chuckle. His father, the moron he always knew, somehow figured out that Rick's instincts were sharper these days. That must've been why he bought and took a nausea-inducing tablet to make the act believable, to really convince Rick to stop the car. The bastard had it all planned out.
He glanced around, the realization settling in. It won't be long now. His father had already made the call. Jed would be here any moment, ready to carry out the rest of their dirty plan.
Rick sat back in the driver's seat, his mind racing. He couldn't get out of the car, couldn't move it, and he had no real options. Just waiting, thinking. Ideas churned through his mind, but none of them seemed useful. Each moment dragged on, stretching into eternity.