Larry Scott's eyes quickly flashed a hint of joy.
For many years, he had wanted to act against Bella Scott, but it was only because Grandpa had always protected her that it was delayed until today.
He picked up his cell phone, about to send out notifications, but the old man stopped him.
"No, this isn't right."
"Grandpa... even now, you still want to protect them?"
Disappointment flashed through Larry's deep black pupils.
"Bella Scott had sought the high monk's help years ago to harm Sylvia's unborn child. Back then, it was you who stopped me from seeking revenge. This incident hurt Sylvia, and all these years have passed; she never once stepped foot in Eastonia."
