Chapter 367 I Want Meryl

Meryl looked at him, puzzled. "Hmm? Who can't see?"

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Chandler's eyes deepened, his gaze briefly flicking to the window ledge. "No one."

Up at the window, Dalton watched as Chandler and Meryl disappeared from view. Fury coursed through him, and he slammed his fist into the glass in front of him. The window shattered instantly. Shards of glass scattered across the floor, embedding into his hand.

But Dalton didn't seem to feel the pain at all.

He knew Chandler had done it on purpose.

He had deliberately provoked him.

Seeing Chandler carry Meryl away like that, Dalton could already imagine what they were about to do next.

It was too much. Dalton felt as if he were about to break apart.

He crouched on the ground, his hands gripping his head, and let out a muffled, anguished scream.

What Chandler had done hurt more than any physical wound could. It was mental torment, and Dalton couldn't take it.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hand dripping with blood.

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felt like he

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night. Worried about her feverish son, Charlotte had come to check on Dalton after settling Lydia down. She hadn't

Charlotte rushed

what happened? What's going

clear to her that Dalton had

down Dalton's face. "I want

behind her, terrified that someone else from the Aniston family

you saying? Meryl is married to your uncle. Dalton, you can't talk like

body hollowed out, like a man who

and his hand was injured, Charlotte moved to help him to bed. But Dalton shoved her away, opened

middle of the

are?"

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that obsessed

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this, Charlotte became even more certain

think it's humiliating to act like this over a woman? Men should focus on their careers. I've

for a woman. Besides, it was your

frowned. "You must be delirious from the fever.

rest and

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