That night, the moon was obscured and the wind was strong.
Hannah Johnson glanced at Wyatt Hale and didn't say much, only cautioning him, "Try not to talk too much later."
"I promise to act as if I'm mute."
Wyatt Hale cheerfully got out of the car, clung to Zoe Bell like a persistent plaster, and whispered, "Sister-in-law, what are we doing here? Whose house is this?"
"You don't know?" Zoe Bell frowned.
Hannah Johnson was walking ahead, keeping some distance from them.
Logan Hale walked on the other side of Zoe Bell, also curious.
"Second cousin, do you know?" Wyatt asked.
Logan Hale shook his head.
"Then what are you two here for tonight?" Zoe Bell felt a headache coming on.
It wasn't Logan's fault. The last time Hannah Johnson had hired his men to drive his own father away, he had been unaware because this cousin often took care of his business, resulting in a scolding from his older brother.
Recently, the Hugh family had faced unending troubles.
