Isabelle blinked a couple of times, frozen in place, as the man's features showed how displeased he was of her visit.
Priscilla's face dropped, looking with wide eyes at her father. She knew who her father was, yet she somehow had forgotten how ruthless that man could be. She turned her face to look at her brother, immediately feeling her stomach sink at the sight.
Allen's jaw clenched so hard you could see the effort on his muscles. His neck was turning red, spreading insanely fast to the rest of his face. His pale blue eyes looked more intimidating and wild than they usually were, glaring at his father in such a way it could ice your blood.
He had a murderous face, a vivid reflection of what was going on inside his head.
"You better keep her out of your fucking mouth." His voice came out in a low, threatening tone, pronouncing the words clearly, so there would not be any misunderstanding.
