His complexion was dark, his handsome face ashen, as he listened to everything the woman said, his arms began to tremble.
He clenched the gun in his hand, his eyes a bloody red like a devil's, bloodthirsty and terrifying.
Fourteen years, a full fourteen years, it turned out that from the time he was twelve, she had been plotting against him step by step!
He was young at the time and hadn't paid attention, but looking back on it now, it was indeed very strange.
Why had he, who had not been averse to the opposite sex before the age of ten, suddenly come to despise women after? And the only one he did not despise, Nancy, he had always thought it might be because he saw her as family.
But what about the truth? He had been calculated, drugged...
Hmph, Liam Yancey coldly sneered, as if blood were about to drip from the depths of his eyes.
