Timothy paused in his footsteps and looked sideways at him.
Donald spoke in as clear a tone as possible, "You think your plan is perfect, don't you? It's a pity...that you miscalculated!"
"Your wife and children have died in the fire. What's the use of you surviving? What do you have after winning everything back? You'll still end up like me—alone!"
Donald laughed louder and louder after saying that.
Timothy frowned and ignored Donald as he strode off.
He walked out of the room and took out his mobile phone to make a call.
The call was answered quickly and Theodore's voice came. "Tim."
Timothy went straight to the point and said, "I want to see Sammy and the child!"
Theodore was silent.
Timothy's heart sank. "So Donald was telling the truth when he said that they died in the fire?"
"...I'm sorry." Theodore's voice became extremely solemn. "I got there a step late."
