Although Olivia had already returned, seeing Mabel Doyle still stirred a murderous intent in her heart.
However, out of respect for Bryan White, he wouldn't take any action, to avoid awkwardness among friends.
Mabel Doyle bit her lip, then lowered her head with a cold smile on her lips, trembling as she asked, "Bryan White, tell me, explain everything clearly!"
The woman's voice was suppressed, as if she might break down at any moment, her shoulders trembled slightly.
Bryan White's brow was tightly furrowed, a heaviness in his chest, and there was a faint trace of blood in his eyes. He looked at Ose Owen and asked him, "Can I speak?"
Ose Owen lowered his head, his dark eyes meeting Crossley Gibson's. He originally didn't want to tell her, but at this moment, he didn't want to hide it any longer.
"Go ahead, it's better to speak clearly." He brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen beside the woman's ear, his handsome face still heavy, like an ice cellar.
