The chilly night breeze carried an ominous tension, swirling between them like a looming threat.

Upon seeing Justin's arrival, Christopher's expression shifted dramatically from joy to solemnity.

"Bella, you're here?" Mrs. Iverson's eyes lit up with tender affection, wishing she could rise from her wheelchair to greet her.

Bella's remarkable beauty has always left a lasting impression on Mrs. Iverson, even to the point where she sometimes struggled to recognize her own son but never failed to identify Bella instantly. Mrs. Iverson genuinely cherished Bella, unable to conceal her affection.

"Hello, Mrs. Iverson," Bella greeted politely, bowing respectfully.

Justin stood by Bella's side, encircling his arm around her waist, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he observed Christopher's every move.

"Bella, who is this?" Mrs. Iverson looked puzzled, glancing uncertainly at Justin's impassive face and instinctively reaching for Christopher's sleeve.

Bella was about to speak, her gaze fixed on her partner's handsome side profile.

But before she could, Christopher adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a smile, "Bella, what a coincidence to run into you here. Are you going on a trip, too?"

Throughout the interaction, he engaged solely with Bella, completely disregarding Justin's presence.

be in the

eyes glinted sharply, her voice carrying a frosty tone, refusing to

the schemes you've orchestrated and the bloodshed you caused. With Maxwell still roaming freely

gazed into his partner's starry eyes,

don't

normal that you don't understand,

his sinister nature. "Bella, who is this

raging inferno surged within Justin's chest,

South Island, when they were trying

portraying himself as an innocent person and offering him his assistance. Assistance in meeting

tremble with tension. She felt him struggling to suppress his

him, her brother, sister, and her brother-in-law, who

this was not the right time. Indulging in momentary verbal satisfaction was

Christopher to pay a heavy price for his

Can we leave now?" Mrs. Iverson's frail body curled slightly as she

chill. Though it was almost fall,

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