"I'm begging you, please save my son..."
Perhaps overwhelmed by her emotions, the woman passed out mid-sob, collapsing to the floor.
The old woman shot Laura Lowell a vicious glare. "If anything happens to your brother, I swear I will not let you off the hook."
"Let's hope you're even alive by then."
A dangerous glint flared in Aiden Shaw's eyes, and the aura he exuded became inexplicably oppressive.
Zachary Redgrave took a few nonchalant steps toward the old woman, his attitude flippant. "How hilarious. What the hell does your grandson croaking have to do with our Laura? If you ask me, it just means the heavens are just, cursing you to have no descendants."
"You..."
The old woman was so furious that veins bulged on her face. She had always been an aloof, commanding leader. When had she ever been subjected to such humiliation?
Laura Lowell was in no mood to waste any more time with them. The very sight of them made her uncomfortable. "Aiden, I'm tired. Let's go home."
