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.

Mason to offer a greeting in a hoarse

heard what happened

about the

indeed Krystal's

may do anything

have no opinion about it." He revealed

aware of

Mason had drawn the line explicitly,

was a way to placate Yale, as well as a

a word, Yale

glance at Yale's face, Olivia

you doing? Get up.” Tatiana held

her hands and looked at

all these years." Mason's heart sank to the pit of his stomach, but he managed a concerned

do you mean by this, Yale?" "I bet my father and grandfather have talked to you

tell what Gordon's plan was without personally

still and do

contacted those men to express

to take

family cared about Molly's life and

miscarriage in exchange for a favor from the

all that mattered to the adults, and Yale was one of their chess pieces

he realized

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