"..."
Chester Yale didn't explain anything, he just closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
He wasn't Sheldon Yale, he wouldn't let his hands be stained with blood just because of hate.
Rowen Yale was not a descendant of the Yale Family, his future would depend on his own fate, blameless towards others.
As the car neared the Yakov Family Mansion, Chester Yale caught sight of Evelyn Sherman standing at the door, waiting for him.
The gloom in his eyes gradually dissipated as he saw her petite figure...
When the car stopped, he immediately reached out to push the car door open, stepped forward, took off his black trench coat, and draped it over Evelyn Sherman, pulling her into his embrace.
"It's so cold, why did you come outside?" Chester Yale frowned, his voice growing deeper.
She was still carrying their baby...
