The chilly night breeze carried an ominous tension, swirling between them like a looming threat.

Upon seeing Justin's arrival, Christopher's expression shifted dramatically from joy to solemnity.

"Bella, you're here?" Mrs. Iverson's eyes lit up with tender affection, wishing she could rise from her wheelchair to greet her.

Bella's remarkable beauty has always left a lasting impression on Mrs. Iverson, even to the point where she sometimes struggled to recognize her own son but never failed to identify Bella instantly. Mrs. Iverson genuinely cherished Bella, unable to conceal her affection.

"Hello, Mrs. Iverson," Bella greeted politely, bowing respectfully.

Justin stood by Bella's side, encircling his arm around her waist, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he observed Christopher's every move.

"Bella, who is this?" Mrs. Iverson looked puzzled, glancing uncertainly at Justin's impassive face and instinctively reaching for Christopher's sleeve.

Bella was about to speak, her gaze fixed on her partner's handsome side profile.

But before she could, Christopher adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a smile, "Bella, what a coincidence to run into you here. Are you going on a trip, too?"

Throughout the interaction, he engaged solely with Bella, completely disregarding Justin's presence.

"Christopher, do you think I'd be in the mood for a vacation?"

Bella's eyes glinted sharply, her voice carrying a frosty tone, refusing to entertain Christopher even in front of Mrs. Iverson.

Maxwell still roaming freely and my brother and Justin's vendetta unresolved, how can I find any

thin lips slightly quivered as he gazed into his partner's starry eyes, brimming with love as radiant

don't understand," Mrs. Iverson

you don't understand, because I don't

rubbing her shoulders. His exquisitely sculpted features gave no hint of his sinister nature. "Bella, who is this

Justin's chest, his deep-set eyes

on South Island, when they were trying to

portraying himself as an innocent person and offering him his assistance. Assistance

with tension. She felt him

her frustrations for him, her brother, sister, and her brother-in-law, who were far away in

right time. Indulging in momentary verbal satisfaction was

price for his

Can we leave now?" Mrs. Iverson's frail body curled slightly

and sensitive to the slightest chill. Though it was almost fall, the temperature in Savrow was still

I'll take you to the

voice cut in abruptly, chilled to the bone. "Mr. Iverson, I regret to inform

seemed oblivious to Justin's words, continuing to walk

a pressure that seemed to

that my mother's feeling cold?" Christopher retorted, glaring at

was fierce and vicious,

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