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

"I've heard what happened to your

sorry about

indeed Krystal's

do anything you

no opinion about it." He revealed his stance instantly, determined not

was aware

had drawn the line explicitly, he still

to placate Yale,

a word, Yale knelt

a single glance at Yale's

doing? Get up.”

hands and

Mason's heart sank to the pit

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

what Gordon's plan was without personally hearing

still and do nothing

had contacted those men to express his

intention was to take care of

one in the Kingston family cared

from

mattered to the adults, and Yale was one of their

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

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