Ruthless Legacy

In the living room of the Mercer residence, Dalton sat on the couch, brows furrowed and eyes blazing. His fury showed no sign of diminishing. He closed his eyes, listening to the whipping sounds from the garden wordlessly.

Diane was clutching a handkerchief, her voice already hoarse from crying nonstop.

Unfortunately, Dalton was really incensed this time and took no notice of her pleas.

As for Cam