Carl remained calm as usual. Although he had doubts, he still smiled. "Yeah. I knew you wouldn't like this, so I hid it in a rush. I didn't expect you to find it!" "Indeed." Donald smiled, but his gaze on Carl never relaxed. The cunning Donald knew that Carl was much more manipulative than he seemed. Would Carl really keep stopping Donald if he was just hiding a terrible piece of clothing?He did not believe it!"Yup. This thing is worthless anyway." Carl noticed Donald's lingering suspicion and slowly walked to the closet. He took the clothing from Donald's hands. He could still smell a familiar, light fragrance on it. It was clear that Violet had just left."But because it belongs to someone else, I feel sentimental toward it." Carl smiled and met Donald's sly gaze. Carl changed the topic, "That's enough. Oh, why am I talking about this with you, Mr. Brown? I've prepared something special for you in my own closet. It would be my pleasure if you want to check it out.""Of

Isabelle's thoughts were in a jumble. She glanced at Carl, who looked calm, and Donald, who was sitting in the wheelchair with a serious gaze.Perhaps she should have followed Seth's suggestion and stirred up trouble between Carl and Donald as soon as possible. She should get the family crests from both the Walker family and the White family before the child was born."Carl, are you still angry over what happened that day? Don't be angry. She didn't do it on purpose. We really don't need to be so petty." Isabelle pretended to be understanding, but Carl frowned slightly. Every time Isabelle was generous and forgiving, it was a telltale sign that she was going to carry out some wicked plan. This also meant that Violet might get harmed.Although Carl believed that Violet was capable enough to deal with Isabelle, he honestly wished that Violet would never get hurt. Moreover, Violet had one more enemy to deal with—Donald. "Isabelle, you must be tired. Let's go back." Carl hinted to h

The family crest looked like half of a tiger insignia—a small, crouched tiger without its tail. Did it command so much power, enough to make Carl ignore his beloved woman in danger?"Mr. Nathaniel, the family crest holds great importance. Madam Miranda is also aware that you have the crest." Next to Nathaniel, the old man, Ted Quill, seemed to have sensed Nathaniel's intentions.Ted continued to advise Nathaniel without waiting for him to speak, "Mr. Nathaniel, Madam Miranda sees the family business and fortune to be more important than a woman. Besides, after all the years she spent raising you, she's most afraid that you'd end up making the same mistake as Mr. Skye.""I … I understand." Nathaniel caught the underlying meaning of Ted's words. After a moment of hesitation, he slightly nodded as a sign of agreement.Ted wiped the thin layer of sweat on his forehead and smiled brightly after seeing Nathaniel. Nathaniel seemed to have given up on the idea of giving the family crest to

Isabelle's rage seemed to reach far. Even when Isabelle was far away from her, Violet seemed to feel an ominous feeling.Violet frowned and ignored the feeling. She faced the many men in front of her coldly."Violet, give me the family crest," the man ordered icily with a tone familiar to Violet."Why should I?" Violet stood upright and scoffed.Her face was pale. She had been traveling and fighting enemies for a long time. Now was not a good time for her to attack.Although she held on, she was on the brink of exhaustion.The man couldn't calculate Violet's capabilities, but he had heard of her notoriety. He didn't dare to charge forward rashly.He could only instruct his men to surround Violet and attack her.The moment the man approached Violet, the others who had been waiting immediately circled her.Although Violet fended herself from the man's attacks, she couldn't escape from the circle easily.No!She couldn't stay here!She was clear that she shouldn't fight them.

"Violet, you're back." Silvia still had her mask on. She was sitting in a higher position. Her cunning eyes, tinged with intimidation, were visible through the skull mask. Even though Violet had her head down, she could still sense her intense gaze. "Yes. I will not repeat the same mistakes in the future," Violet answered. She went down her knees in an instant, hanging her head low. Her voice was low as she pleaded, "It's just that I was desperate to know where Whitney is. Ms. Grey, if you happen to know where she is, please let me know.""Yeah," Silvia simply replied as she glanced over to the seat beside her. "Violet, you must be tired after a day's work. Come sit down and rest. And I think it's better for us to talk about Whitney while you're seated."Silvia tried to sound friendly, yet Violet still sensed something was off. She frowned slightly and declined without any hesitation. "Ms. Grey, I'm not tired.""Why? Are you afraid that I might harm you?" Silvia hated reject