"Jack?!"
James looked disapproving, but Jack suddenly coughed and said. "Mrs. Florence's departure can be considered as an answer from the Ricardo family. I know you still hold a grudge because you just found out that she was involved in Jean's kidnapping. But we have no evidence to go after her. Besides, she didn't hurt him right away. She can only be said to be an accomplice. If we chase after her, I'm afraid she will already die of old age."
After the words finished, Jack looked at Jean calmly.
"Jean, if you want to hate her, you can vent your hatred on me. No matter what the story is, Darrel really died because of me. That's undeniable."
"Jack, don't say that!"
James didn't want his brother to take all the blame by himself.
At this time, Jean folded his legs and slowly raised his eyes, and Lilia's little hands were always wrapped in his wide palms.
