When James heard this, her anger burned her heart, and Irene dropped the teacup near the table.
Chris and the others stood at the door with killing intent in their eyes.
By this time, Florence had been taken aback by Jack's words.
Her face gradually faded to a reddish tint, and an iron blue tinge appeared.
"Jack, how dare you slander me!" Florence was panting, her fingers tightly squeezing the teacup.
She had enjoyed a lifetime of noble reputation, how could she allow others to slander her out in the open?!
"Jack, what are you saying... is it true?"
James walked over to Jack and squeezed his arm, losing control of his emotions.
Jack lowered his head, his hair snapped at the corners of his eyes. His voice mumbled as he nodded vigorously. "Brother, I'm a sinner. It's all my fault! Everything is all my fault! But Jean isn't wrong. He suffered because of what I did. I'm ashamed of you, and I shouldn't even hope to see you again."
