Dylan Young's voice was ice-cold and piercing, the trailing sounds dissipating in the wind from outside the window. Suddenly, Fristy Davis felt a surge of terror.
Because she truly felt from Dylan Young the murderous aura that was attacking her face, he was like a fierce beast ready to pounce and snap her neck at any moment.
Fristy Davis's body involuntarily wanted to retreat, but this movement pulled at the wound on her body, causing her so much pain she felt as if she might die then and there. Cold sweat rolled down her forehead as she gasped, "Dylan... Dylan, stop joking. I'm your sister-in-law, we're family."
Dylan Young's face was grim as he approached Fristy Davis. His voice sinister, "Family? The Young Family should never have let you in the door. Anthony Davis has already started to discipline the Young Family, and it's all because of you. Fristy Davis, what good have you ever done that Anthony Davis hates you this much?"
