Gemma York was stunned at that moment, feeling a chill run down his spine for the first time in many years. Nathaniel York's gaze reminded him of the piranhas he once kept—ferocious, terrifying!
Yet a shallow smile still lingered on Nathaniel York's face, which, when he smiled, looked so harmless and amiable.
But Gemma York was well aware of just how ruthless and venomous the young man could be.
He had said it himself, he had a particularly strong vengeful streak. Anyone who had bullied or schemed against him in his youth, he hadn't let any of them off the hook.
In the end, Nathaniel York said, "Uncle, you all should go back. There's no need to come over if there's nothing important. I'll sort out my own issues, so don't bother yourselves over me. However, I'm quite flattered by your concern, Uncle. I would suggest you pay more attention to Cousin though. After all, he's the one who needs it the most right now."
