Evelyn Sherman saw that it was Grace Yakov, and hurriedly pushed Chester Yale away, walking towards her.
Before she could explain what had happened, Grace Yakov shot Chester Yale a glare and pulled Evelyn towards the Lounge.
She had made up her mind and would not let him get close to Evelyn Sherman again.
Chester Yale stood still, quietly watching as Evelyn's figure disappeared from his view, and in his mind, the words she had just said kept resurfacing.
If it really was his Uncle who had done it, what should they do?
Sheldon Yale was his only relative, who brought him back to the Yale Family four years ago, pulled him back from the Gate of Hell several times, and personally nurtured him for four years…
Such kindness, even if bestowed on a stranger, he could not bear to watch him fall into misery, let alone, it was his closest kin…
Chester's gaze darkened as he reached out to pick up a glass of red wine and drained it in one go.
