“Your grandson, Xander Lancer, has used certain means to make my wife, Rosalie Jacobs, fall into a deep coma. She still has not woken up now!”

Byron repeated the statement expressionlessly.

Old Master Lancer started breathing heavily as if about to get a heart attack.

Byron frowned and patted Old Master Lancer’s back to appease his shock. Then, he handed Old Master Lancer the cup of tea.

“I did not want to tell you this, but you left me no choice by insisting I do so.”

Old Master Lancer tried his best to calm down. Gradually stabilizing his breath, he took the cup of tea and gulped as he looked at Byron in disbelief.

“Maybe there is some misunderstanding. Xander would never do something like that. This is impossible…”

Byron said, “I would not have come if I wasn’t certain it was him who did it.”

Old Master Lancer was at a loss for words.

Byron would never visit them

was that Xander, his grandson, had really done

the garden tensed up, a noise

you call

grandfather, Xander glanced at Byron casually. “President Lawrence, what

“Xander!”

Xander. His gaze on

to meet me, President Lawrence. May I know

that, Byron grabbed Xander

act! What did you do to Rosie?

Byron’s grip on his collar. Then, he shrugged. “President Lawrence, are you sure you want to speak to me

Byron’s attitude would not

Byron could do

as he shouted, “What attitude do you expect me to show you after you have harmed my wife? Xander, you’d better wake Rosie up. Otherwise, I’ll make

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