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.

offer a greeting

heard what

about the

indeed

may do anything

no opinion about it." He revealed his stance instantly,

was aware of Mason's

if Mason had drawn the line explicitly, he still

Yale, as well as a warning

word,

glance at

you doing? Get up.”

dodged her hands

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

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

what Gordon's plan was without personally

still and do nothing after such a

those men

was to take care of the

family cared about Molly's

from

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

a miscarriage, he realized that

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