Chapter 297

Ralph Thompson, the seventh son of the Thompson family, aspired to be a crime-fighting police officer since childhood. Now, he had fulfilled his dream and had become the captain of the first Criminal Investigation Division in Savrow.

“Yeah, yeah! Beat him to death! Give it to him until he can’t take it anymore!” Ralph’s words also stirred Axel’s emotions. “Can’t you detectives use some unique methods during

interrogation?”

“We prosecutors don’t have that authority. Don’t waste this chance!” Axel said, slamming his fist on the car window.

Asher, on the side, listened with a wry smile.

Wyatt Thompson’s daughters were refined and elegant, like princesses. However, his sons were aggressive and often resorted to brute force. Even more so than him, who had once been on the streets.

The three brothers, working together, left those targeted with only two paths – a dead end or no way out!

Justin rushed to the hospital to accompany his grandfather. Worried about Justin, Ryan insisted on following him as well. The sports car skidded to a stop at the hospital entrance. Without any hesitation, Justin left the car and sprinted into the hospital.

his only concern and attachment to the Salvador family. His grandfather was the one who truly

“Grandpa, Grandpa…”

the wind, his hoarse voice

sitting on a bench, cradling a sleeping Carrie in her arms. The

arms. Her features were serene and peaceful, emitting a radiant and holy light, though her petite figure seemed to harbor an unstoppable and powerful force. Whenever someone needed her, she descended upon them like a

of guilt and bitterness surged through Justin’s nose.

her head and locked eyes with Justin, their gazes meeting like rivers converging. In that brief moment of

it was fleeting. Bella’s gaze toward him again

it right for

over? She refrained from using foul language, but Justin felt as if he had

step by step, his eyes filled with

and Uncle Matt is looking after him. You should wait outside for now

struggled with his

Why would you owe me an apology? I have nothing to do with you. Grandpa, at least, cared for you once. I hope you can spare some time

turning red. “I just hate it. I hate that he’s not my biological grandfather. I hate that I can’t be with him all the time. I wish I could sew a small pocket on my body and put Grandpa in it so I can take care of him

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