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.

offer a greeting in a

heard what happened to your

sorry about

was indeed Krystal's

do anything you

it." He revealed his

aware of

if Mason had drawn the line

way to placate Yale, as

uttering a word, Yale

a single glance at Yale's

you doing? Get

hands

years." Mason's heart sank to

mean by this, Yale?" "I bet my father

could tell what Gordon's plan was

would never stay still and do nothing

men

true intention was to take care

one in the Kingston family cared about

for a favor from the Heath family? They'd deem

adults, and Yale was one

the moment Molly fell in his arms after a miscarriage, he realized that his belief

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