Staring at the sorrow on Arthur Webb's face, his handsome face turned cold, "Back then, my mother..."
"Don't say it." Arthur Webb interrupted him, forcing a smile, "What's past is past, people need to look forward. I blame no one for what happened back then, haha... Who can I blame? If blame is to be assigned, it can only be to Kaitlyn for not being born into good fortune..."
"Uncle Webb..." Morgan Benson's eyes instantly turned red. He stood up, his tall back slightly tense, and took two steps to stand in front of Arthur Webb.
Arthur Webb wanted to stand up, but was held down by one hand, "Please stay seated, I have something to say..."
"Young master..." Arthur Webb stared at the man's bloodshot eyes, his expression becoming more severe.
