Looking at her pale face, his mind kept flashing back to that night four years ago, every nerve tense and aching.
His dark eyes were filled with contempt and disgust, "Even one more glance at you makes me sick!"
"..."
"I won't let any of you go, including your bastard. None of you can escape!" Chester Yale took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the bloodstains on the back of his hand, his cold gaze sweeping over Evelyn Sherman.
He took out his cell phone, just about to make a call when Evelyn finally came to her senses. She rushed forward and grabbed his hand forcefully.
"No, Chester, you can't hurt Harry. He is your..."
"Bang -"
Before Evelyn could finish her sentence, the room door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
The butler had a panicked expression on his face, as well as some reluctance. He glanced at Evelyn and then quickly walked up to Chester.
