Chapter 989
William Foster frowned: "I don't know yet."
In a blink, the scene switches to the Collins house.
Inside the master bedroom on the second floor, there was a moment of remarkable silence. The next second, Rosalind Taylor's somewhat frantic voice rose.
"It's only kids making a fuss. It's not good if it goes on too long. If you don't take this computer call now, how will you face the two from the Spences in the future?"
In her hand was a cell phone. The caller ID displayed was from Sophia Spence's father.
Tristan Collins, engrossed in his recent stock market research with glasses on, merely looked at her coldly, then turned his face away, saying, "Tell him that if he really wants to say something, let him come and say it in person."
Rosalind sighed: "Honey, after all, Chlo-Chlo wasn't really hurt. Sophia has already lost face. That's punishment enough. Let's not take it too seriously."
