The banquet hall erupted in an uproar at Glen's outburst.

"What?! Someone killed Les Turnbull?"

"No way, he's dead? And that brat killed him?!"

"That's the son of the family head we're talking about... Who the hell let him in here?"

Frank could feel everyone's eyes on him.

He glanced coldly at Walter in turn and said calmly, "Yes, I killed him."

"How dare you!" Glen bellowed, clearly unable to retrain his own wrath.

killed his beloved son and would strut on his own turf freely like it was

hold his head high if

head. "Then did you read the part on why I killed him? You're a real failure of a

they could hear Glen's

you be standing up to explain the facts? I remember how you bravely volunteered that you'd speak with your own brother personally.

left clenching his cheeks, pain swelling in

have been fine if it was just Les—he was just Glen's bastard and had a troubled reputation in the family. His death was at best inconsequential, and Walter could

were two deaths, and the other was Neil Turnbull, Zac's legitimate

anything, he had come ready to apologize

So what if they are dead? No one will miss

hall in her white gown, her long

all grown up

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