Fraser Simmons cast a deep look at his daughter, then turned and walked toward the courtyard.
Hazel Simmons watched her father's retreating figure, tears flowing uncontrollably. She opened her mouth to speak but could not make a sound.
"Mr. Jensen, shall we go take a look too?" Bradley Ford asked.
Greg Jensen nodded and followed him outside.
The villa's yard was spacious with a clearing in the center, where the forty-something Vince Brent stood with a cold sneer, gazing at Fraser Simmons.
Fraser Simmons stopped not far in front of him, then turned to Donald Simmons and said, "That's enough, go back and watch from behind."
"Alright, be careful, Uncle."
Donald Simmons cast a deep look at Vince Brent, scoffed coldly, and turned to walk to the perimeter.
In the center of the clearing, only Fraser Simmons and Vince Brent remained.
Their eyes met, but neither spoke.
The surroundings grew quiet, the atmosphere somber.
