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.

a greeting

spoke up, "I've heard what

about

indeed

may do

it." He revealed his stance instantly, determined not

aware of Mason's

Mason had drawn the line explicitly, he still couldn't

way to placate Yale,

a word, Yale knelt

at Yale's

what are you doing? Get

dodged her hands

years." Mason's heart sank to the pit of his

Yale?" "I bet my father and grandfather have talked to

what Gordon's plan was

still and do nothing after such a serious matter

had contacted those men to express

true intention was to take care of the issue for

Kingston family cared

from the Heath family? They'd deem it

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

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

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