"Ethan, I... Uncle didn't mean it like that... Uncle was just..."
"Just intimidating my woman?" The man's narrow black pupils slightly narrowed, a hostile aura emanating from him.
"No, not at all..." Simon Taylor suddenly felt his calves starting to give way.
He was the elder, yet every time he faced Aidan Lucas, he got the illusion that he needed to look up to him.
The troublesome old lady rarely saw Aidan Lucas before, and this was actually the first time she had seen him in recent years.
In her memory, Aidan Lucas was cold but not as ruthlessly heartless as he was now.
The moment she locked eyes with his cold, frost-covered pupils, the old lady's hands began to tremble with fright.
As they trembled, she failed to hold tight, and Paul Davidson, whom she had been cradling, fell down.
Paul Davidson was just a child, who didn't understand the hidden undercurrents in the adults' conversation.
