"I've only recently discovered that he might still be alive, but has stayed out of sight to avoid someone,"
"Do you mean, the person he's avoiding is Sheldon Yale?" Chester Yale's pupils tightened, reflecting a startling dim light from the depths of his eyes.
His hand, holding the information, silently tightened its grip.
He had initially not wanted to pursue matters from so many years ago, but now, piece by piece, clues were being unearthed like Pandora's Box slowly opening.
The hidden truth beneath was shocking.
If from the beginning, Sheldon Yale obtained the Yale Group through patricide and fratricide, then over the years, how many despicable deeds has he done to divert attention and destroy evidence?
How many families' happiness has he shattered?
Such an executioner, with his hands drenched in fresh blood, if he could still live unperturbed and wield immense power, it would be utterly unjust!
