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.

approached Mason to offer a greeting in a hoarse

up, "I've heard what

about

indeed

may do

it." He revealed his stance instantly, determined not to protect

aware

Mason had drawn the line explicitly, he still

way to placate Yale, as well as a warning

uttering a word, Yale

a single glance at Yale's face,

you doing?

her hands and

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

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

tell what Gordon's plan was without

and do nothing

those men

intention was to take care

family cared about Molly's life and

a favor from the Heath family? They'd deem

were all that mattered to the adults, and Yale was one

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

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