"Do you blame me for killing your uncle?"
In the back of a taxi, Julius Reed sat in the back seat, looking at Dempsey Davenport, who seemed to be in a daze.
He had already given Pier Davenport a chance, but obviously, the man had not cherished it.
If he didn't kill him, next time, Pier Davenport would still come with people.
He couldn't guarantee that these beasts wouldn't think of killing Dempsey Davenport.
If Dempsey died, it would probably take Quella Radcliffe a long time to recover from the pain of losing her best friend.
Now that Pier Davenport was dead, and with that phone call earlier, the Davenport Family might really need to seriously consider whether they still want to catch Dempsey Davenport and take her back to Gonzalez City.
"No, I don't hate you at all."
