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Liam Hugh was so frightened when he saw Brock Hale that his heartbeat almost stopped.
His head felt like it had been struck by a blunt object on the spot, his chest tight and his heart panicking, his blood pressure skyrocketing.
It was too cold here, his entire body seemed to be immersed in an icy river, shivering with fright and fear.
But things had already escalated to this point, and he was resigned to his fate.
"Even if I did provoke him, don't you bear any responsibility?"
"If she hadn't had a child, she would not have suffered a depressive episode."
"William Hale, it was because she gave birth to you that she fell ill, and Brock Hale, as her husband, you failed to take care of her, allowing her the chance to commit suicide..."
"Am I a murderer? Are you saying you bear no responsibility?"
Brock Hale clenched his fingers into a fist, stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and hoisted him up, "Say that again, I dare you."
"Heh, can't bear to hear it?"
