“What’s all the fuss about? Calm yourself!” ordered Tyrone coldly.
The servant was about to speak when a woman rushed in from behind. “We’re in deep trouble! How are you still in the mood for your calligraphy?”
Dressed in luxurious clothing, the woman was perfectly poised and looked nothing short of royalty.
Although Olivia was old, her charm and graceful demeanor were incomparable.
Olivia was Tyrone’s wife and Damien’s mother.
As a member of the Garcia family, the second most powerful family in Erudia, she was the only one who was worthy of marrying Tyrone.
“What is it, Olivia?” asked Tyrone.
“Do you remember what happened twenty years ago?” asked Olivia with widened eyes.
Tyrone would never forget how he had fallen in love with Emma when he was just a young man. Twenty years ago, he had almost ruined his future.
“I do, and I remember taking care of it. So what is this about?” inquired Tyrone with a puzzled look.
“Didn’t you say that Emma that b*tch would be kept in Margo City for the rest of her life and that she would never leave?”
“I did because I know her. She’d never leave that city. I’d even erected a tombstone there as a reminder.”
Like a madwoman, Olivia roared, “Bullsh*t! The tombstone has been destroyed, and Emma is nowhere to be found! It turns out that you don’t know her as well as you’d thought.”
“What? She left Margo City and even destroyed the tombstone? How is that possible?”
Dumbfounded, Tyrone almost lost his balance.
“Didn’t you say that you’d taken care of the bastard too? Didn’t you promise that he was dead and would never be a threat to our family?”
“Are you saying that the boy is still alive?” Tyrone could not believe what he had just heard.
“He’s more than alive. That bastard’s the one who’s brought Emma out of Margo City! Not only that, but he has also killed Caleb and defeated the Garrison clan in Haven. Even Edward was crippled when he tried to assassinate the bastard. You said that he couldn’t be alive, but look at the threat thar he’s become to us. That bastard has humiliated our family!”
Mad with rage, Olivia lifted the porcelain vase that was worth billions and smashed it onto the floor. Nevertheless, Tyrone was too distraught to worry about the vase.
“That is not possible. He can’t be alive! I lied to Emma when I promised her that I’d let the boy go. I had to kill him, so I left him in the mountains to freeze or starve to death. Even a wild dog could have killed the boy! It’s merely impossible for him to have been alive!”
“Well, the bastard is still alive. Not only that but rather, he’s also doing well,” stated Olivia as she glared daggers at her husband.
“How could it be? I’d done it myself. I left the boy to die in the wild.”
Tyrone was deeply troubled.
“Wait a second. I remember it now. It has to be him! He must be the one who’s responsible!” exclaimed Tyrone.
