He asked Mr. Young, "Dad, what should we do? Are we just going to watch her act so arrogantly in our house? I can't stand to see this slut for even a second."
Mr. Young's face was sullen. He said in a low voice, "Endure it for now, watch quietly as things unfold. Don't make things too stiff with her on the surface. First, keep up a pretense with her, find a way to figure out where she's hiding that evidence and get all the evidence. If it really doesn't work out... then..."
He didn't finish the sentence, but his aged, murky eyes full of a sinister murderous aura revealed everything.
If it really doesn't work out, then kill Fristy. Their family can't be constantly blackmailed by a woman like her.
Brother Dylan was stunned for a second, then he understood what Mr. Young meant.
No divorce; if she dies in the Young Family, then so be it.
He nodded, "I understand, Dad..."
