“You have no right to make him stay or send him away,” Jennifer reminded Aubree.

“I do have the right,” Aubree retorted aggressively, wishing everyone could listen to her.

Jennifer didn’t want to argue with her at this moment. She said gently, “Please don't worry, Aunt Aubree. Ivan’s back was stabbed, but his life isn't in danger.”

Aubree stared daggers at her and snapped, “You ask me to rest assured. How am I supposed to be not worried? My son was stabbed, and his wound was stitched. He bled a lot. Why don't you feel sorry for him? I wonder if you love him or not. You even don't care about him now.”

“I do feel sorry for him, but I won't push the blame onto others. Spencer was also wounded. No one wanted the incident to happen. It was an accident.”

“Who do you think you are to yell at me?” Aubree’s expression changed. “You'd better mind your attitude.”

“I'm not yelling. I'm explaining to you,” Jennifer lowered her voice and explained, “I might be too agitated.”

Aubree rolled her eyes at Jennifer. “I don’t need you to explain.” Jennifer was rendered wordless.

Aubree didn’t want to stay in the room long as Ivan didn’t want her to do so.

fall out with her son in Spencer's presence. Or she would feel

the dignity of an elder

was injured because of him. Aubree didn’t think her son would

left after gazing at Jennifer coldly

Jennifer watched her leave.

didn't drive to the villa,

vanished from her sight. At least, they didn't need to fight

around and was about to return to the room to check on Ivan and Spencer, a red

the car and run into the living room

hair hadn't dried or been

room. She saw Ivan standing there and

arm was in a cast, hanging over his chest with

Catherine couldn't tell

and she asked gingerly, “Where did you get injured?

Ivan gazed at her icily,

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