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.

perfectly well the extent of the schemes you've orchestrated and the bloodshed you caused. With Maxwell still roaming freely

he gazed into his partner's starry eyes, brimming with

Bella talking about? What bloodshed? I don't understand," Mrs. Iverson asked, her

don't

his hands lightly rubbing her shoulders. His exquisitely sculpted features gave no hint of his sinister nature. "Bella, who is this Maxwell guy? And what happened

surged within Justin's chest, his

near-death experience on South Island, when they were trying

as an innocent person and offering him his assistance. Assistance in meeting a swift

her waist tremble with tension. She felt him struggling to

to vent her frustrations for him, her brother,

this was not the right time. Indulging in momentary

pay a heavy price for his actions and

we leave now?" Mrs. Iverson's frail

delicate and sensitive to the slightest chill. Though it was almost fall, the temperature in Savrow was still far from cold, whether

take you to the

gateway, Justin's voice cut in abruptly, chilled to the bone. "Mr. Iverson, I regret to inform you that your plane might not be able to take

words,

gaze darkened significantly, emanating a pressure that

you hear that my mother's feeling cold?" Christopher retorted,

gaze was fierce

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