Jameson Valerius's icy tone made Nancy Nash's heart tremble. Even now, she still felt a deep-seated fear of him.
In her early thirties, she had used her own methods to marry Jameson Valerius. For all these years, she had tended to his every need, playing the role of the gentle, devoted wife to perfection.
But deep down, she had always been terrified of Jameson Valerius. To her, he was the man who could give her everything, yet also take it all away.
Now, even with Jameson Valerius brought so low, a single word from him could still make her shudder. The fear was so deeply ingrained that Nancy Nash simply couldn't shake it.
"Speak! What is it you want to say to me!" Jameson Valerius glared fiercely at Nancy Nash, his voice as cold as ever.
The room next door, where Dylan Valerius was being held, was noisy. Jameson Valerius could faintly hear the sounds from here.
It seemed Dylan was shouting something about "son" and "father," and Liam Valerius was clearly furious.
