Mason set down his teacup.

"Speak of the devil.

Let him in." Yale was wearing the same outfit.

The black coat managed to hide the blood stain with its color, but the red on his palms and his collar stood out.

This time, the respectful and humble expression gave way to a cold one.

Krystal ran toward him.

“Yale, listen, I..." He had watched the surveillance footage while he was in the hospital.

He usually monitored Molly's condition through those surveillance cameras.

But now, it served as a tool that shed light on the truth.

His world crumbled as he watched what Krystal did to Molly.

His cold stare fixated on Krystal.

The red-rimmed eyes carried a strong murderous intent.

He didn't say a word, but she let go of his hand.

to offer a

heard what

sorry about

was indeed Krystal's

may do

He revealed his stance instantly,

aware

drawn the line explicitly, he still couldn't

way to placate Yale, as well as a warning to

a word,

single glance at Yale's face, Olivia

what are you doing? Get

dodged her hands and

and care all these years." Mason's heart sank to

this, Yale?" "I bet my father and grandfather

what Gordon's plan was without personally hearing it from

stay still and do nothing after such

men to express his pretentious

to take care of the issue

the Kingston family cared about Molly's

from

adults, and Yale was one

fell in his arms after a miscarriage, he realized

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