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.

to offer a greeting

heard what

about

was indeed Krystal's

do

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

aware

the line explicitly, he still

Yale, as well as a

uttering a word, Yale knelt

single glance at Yale's

doing? Get

her hands and

for your teaching and care all these years." Mason's heart sank to

mean by this, Yale?" "I bet my father and

was without

stay still and do nothing after such

men to express his

intention was to take

Kingston family cared

from

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

he realized that his belief turned out to be wrong this

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