The banquet hall erupted in an uproar at Glen's outburst.

"What?! Someone killed Les Turnbull?"

"No way, he's dead? And that brat killed him?!"

"That's the son of the family head we're talking about... Who the hell let him in here?"

Frank could feel everyone's eyes on him.

He glanced coldly at Walter in turn and said calmly, "Yes, I killed him." "How dare you!" Glen bellowed, clearly unable to retrain his own wrath. That man had killed his beloved son and would strut on his own turf freely like it was nothing?!

How would he hold his head high if word got out?

read the part on why I killed him? You're a real failure of

could hear Glen's

up to explain the facts? I remember how you bravely volunteered that you'd speak

was left clenching his cheeks, pain swelling

had a troubled reputation in the family. His death was at best inconsequential, and Walter could

there were two deaths, and the other was Neil Turnbull, Zac's

explain that? If anything, he had come ready to apologize and accept

they

white gown, her long black hair

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