Landon's eyes darkened at those words. "You dialed the wrong number. If it's an emergency, call the police. I don't deal with that."

Call the police? Sylvia couldn't possibly do that.

After all these years of being with Preston, she wasn't totally innocent either. If she called the police, they would dig up her secrets, and she would inevitably end up in prison.

"Landon! Preston has gone mad! H-He killed your grandfather!" Sylvia hoarsely shouted.

Landon was stunned, abruptly turning around. Every inch of his face tensed up tightly, his heart pounding fiercely against his chest.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

"Just last night... Preston arranged to meet Cornelius at Primrose Manor. When I found out, I followed him there to discuss my divorce with Cornelius.

"But I saw with my own eyes Preston and Frank dragging out two body bags from the villa. I even heard Preston tell Frank to clean up the bodies of Cornelius and his secretary!"

"I was so scared. I turned around and ran, but they saw me! They must have seen my car and recognized it was me, so since last night, I've been hiding in a motel.

here, he'll definitely kill me! If he dares to kill his own father, there's no reason for him not to

bodies?" Landon's mind was in turmoil. Even

told Frank to take the bodies West, but I don't

quickly said. Without explaining further, he

talking and crying on the phone, but he couldn't hear anything. He

crimson eyes, scenes of happy

the only one in this world

memories flickered in

with him outdoors when he was young, often because

was the

bought him his first cotton candy

his name was

My hands are either red or black. I'm tired of it. From now on, I hope the Harper family can take the

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