Noel's voice quivered with a mixture of anguish and indignation as he delved deeper into the tale.

His words laced with bitterness and regret.

Each syllable a sharp edge cutting through the heavy silence that enveloped the room.

"The little boy's father," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, " medium-scale business. It was more than enough to support his family, to provide for their needs and ensure their happiness."

The memories seemed to weigh heavily on Noel, his shoulders slumping under the burden of his past.

Dustin listened intently, his heart heavy with empathy as he absorbed the weight of Noel's words.

He could feel the ache in Noel's voice, the pain of a life shattered by circumstances beyond his control.

"But you know what was the biggest fault of that man?" Noel's voice rang with accusation, his gaze piercing Dustin's soul with a fierce intensity.

"He was naive and kind-hearted in a society driven by money and greed."

The bitterness in his tone was palpable, a testament to the injustices he had endured.

Dustin remained silent, his heart aching for the man who had been taken advantage of by those around him.

He could sense the depth of Noel's anger, the seething resentment that simmered just beneath the surface.

"He always tried to help everybody," Noel continued, his voice trembling with suppressed anger, "and that was his biggest fault. People preyed upon his kindness, using it to satisfy their own selfish desires."

The betrayal in his words cut deep, a stark reminder of the cruelty of human nature.

As Noel spoke, Dustin could feel the weight of his words bearing down on him like a crushing weight.

It was a stark reminder of the harsh realities of the world, where innocence was exploited and kindness was seen as a weakness to be exploited.

Noel's voice cracked with emotion as he recounted the tragic downfall of the little boy's father, his words heavy with the weight of unspoken grief.

"They didn't see the good intentions of the man," he lamented, his voice tinged with bitterness, "but were just busy filling their own pockets."

Dustin listened in silence, his heart heavy with empathy as he absorbed the magnitude of the family's suffering.

The room seemed to grow dimmer, the weight of Noel's words casting a somber shadow over everything.

"The fault of that little boy's father," Noel continued, his voice trembling with suppressed anger, "was that he was a good person in this bad society. He was a beacon of kindness in a world consumed by greed and corruption."

His words hung in the air, a stark indictment of the unjust cruelty that had befallen the family.

As Noel spoke, Dustin couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for the man who had been unjustly punished for his altruism.

He could see the pain etched into Noel's features.

"Eventually," Noel's voice faltered, the weight of his words threatening to overwhelm him, "his business collapsed, and with it, the family's economic conditions plummeted to the depths of despair."

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The anguish in his voice was palpable, a raw expression of the devastation wrought by forces beyond their control.

Dustin's heart ached as he listened to Noel's tale unfold, the tragedy of it all leaving him speechless.

He could sense the depth of Noel's pain, the searing injustice of it all leaving an indelible mark on his soul.

"Oh yeah," Noel's voice took on a bitter edge, the bitterness seeping into every syllable, "I didn't tell you what kind of business he did, did I?"

Dustin simply nodded, his gaze never leaving Noel's face, silently urging him to continue, his eyes a mirror reflecting the turmoil raging within Noel.

"It was something related to food production," Noel confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, each word heavy with the weight of guilt and remorse.

"And the reason why his company went completely under was because the food they produced was found to be the cause of food poisoning among many people."

The admission hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating in its implications.

Noel's voice quivered with anguish as he recounted the horrors that befell the little boy's family, his words painting a vivid picture of fear and desperation.

"The people who suffered due to it," he began, his voice trembling with emotion, "started to show their anger on his family."

The agony in his voice was palpable, a visceral reminder of the innocent lives caught in the crossfire of others' suffering.

Dustin's heart clenched at the thought of innocent lives being torn apart by forces beyond their control, the injustice of it all weighing heavily on his soul.

"They threw stones over their house," Noel continued, his voice growing more urgent with each word, "and there was this particular madman who had some fire related power. He even threw a fireball over the house."

Dustin's breath caught in his throat at the image of flames engulfing the family's home, the sound of shattering glass and crackling flames echoing in his ears.

"The house started to go up in flames," Noel whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the inferno.

The words hung in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating in their stark reality.

"The father and the mother quickly got out of the house," he continued, his voice choked with tears, the anguish of the moment palpable.

"But then they suddenly realized that the little boy was still inside."

The desperation in his tone was tangible, a raw expression of the agony coursing through him.

Dustin felt a surge of panic rise within him as he imagined the frantic desperation of the parents, their hearts pounding with fear as they searched for their beloved son amidst the chaos.

The fear and helplessness of the moment washed over him like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf him in its suffocating grip.

"The father," Noel's voice trembled with emotion, his words heavy with sorrow, "quickly went back to find him. Upon reaching his son's room, he saw that his son's face was burned, the flames leaving behind a cruel reminder of the horrors they had endured."

The image of a father confronted with the sight of his child's injuries pierced Dustin's heart like a dagger.

Noel's voice quivered with emotion as he described the harrowing scene unfolding before him, his words dripping with sorrow and despair.

"He quickly picked him up and started to move," he recounted, the urgency palpable in his voice,

"They both were about to reach the exit door."

The resilience and determination of the father in the face of unimaginable tragedy left Dustin breathless, his admiration mingled with a profound sense of sorrow.

"But before they could," Noel continued, his voice trembling with dread, "the house was starting to break down, and pieces were falling on them."

Dustin's breath caught in his throat as he imagined the deafening roar of collapsing walls and the sickening thud of debris striking flesh.

"The father threw the boy outside to his mother to protect him," Noel's voice cracked with emotion, the raw pain of the moment evident in every syllable, "but he himself was entrapped there, in the burning fire."

The image of a father sacrificing himself to save his son seared itself into Dustin's mind, the magnitude of his love and bravery echoing through the depths of his soul.

A surge of anguish washed over him as he pictured the father's selfless act of love, sacrificing himself to ensure his son's safety.

"The mother and child begged others to save him," Noel's voice faltered, the weight of their desperation hanging heavy in the air like a dense fog, "but the others didn't care. They only murmured 'serves him right' and started to move away."

Dustin's heart shattered at the callous indifference of those around them, the cruelty of their words cutting through the chaos like a knife.

He could feel the weight of their indifference pressing down on him, a suffocating weight that threatened to crush him beneath its unyielding weight.

Noel's voice quivered with raw emotion as he continued his heartbreaking narrative, the weight of each word heavy with sorrow and despair.

"The mother and the little boy had no choice but to watch," he recounted, his voice thick with anguish, "as the father burned in the fire."

Dustin felt a lump form in his throat as he imagined the sheer helplessness of the mother and child, their hearts breaking as they stood powerless against the merciless flames.

"They felt helpless," Noel continued, his voice trembling with sorrow, the weight of their despair palpable in his words, "and immense sorrow engulfed them. They couldn't do anything except cry as the pillar of their house burnt down before their very eyes."

The image of a family shattered by tragedy, their world crumbling around them, tore at Dustin's heartstrings, the anguish of their plight a poignant reminder of the fragility of life.

Dustin's heart ached at the image of a family torn apart by tragedy, their world crumbling around them as they were forced to confront the harsh realities of life.

"And you know what's the funniest part?" Noel's voice took on a bitter edge, the bitterness palpable in his words, each syllable dripping with irony.

"No one even bothered to help them."

Dustin's blood ran cold as he contemplated the callous indifference of those around them, the cruelty of their inaction cutting him to the core.

It was a chilling testament to the cold-heartedness of the world, leaving him reeling in disbelief at the sheer callousness of their disregard for human suffering.

"A person who his whole life helped others foolishly was burning," Noel's voice cracked with emotion, the weight of his words heavy with sorrow and indignation, "but not a single person even bothered to lend a hand."

The injustice of it all hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a pall over the room as Dustin grappled with the senselessness of their abandonment.

He paused, his gaze locking with Dustin's, a silent plea for understanding in his eyes.

"Isn't it a bit funny, Mr. Dustin?" he asked, his voice heavy with irony.

But there was no humor to be found in the tragedy that had befallen the little boy's family, only a profound sense of sorrow.