"Uncle!" Liam's eyes widened in surprise as he called out.
Jonathan Quintero stepped forward, gently ruffling the boy's soft hair.
Madam Turner, hearing the noise, hurried over.
But the moment her gaze fell on Jonathan, her expression changed drastically, her face drained of color.
She froze for a moment, then instinctively tried to step forward and pull her grandson back.
Yet under Jonathan's cold, commanding stare, her entire body trembled.
The pain this man had brought upon their family was something she could never forget.
Years ago, when her daughter was detained, she had gone to him, kneeling and begging him not to testify against Lauren.
But her pleading had been useless.
He had only looked at her with that same icy expression and said, "This is what your family owes the Quintero family and what she owes Patricia. Letting her stay in prison for a few years is already too lenient."
