Henry Sullivan's phone rang. He swiped to answer it casually, his voice lazy: "Hello?"
"Henry Sullivan, what did you do?"
"What did I do? I didn't do much, just handed over the daughter-in-law you set your heart on to some thug.
Then, I personally watched that thug ruin the woman.
Actually, that woman isn't as strong-willed as you think. She gets drunk and rolls in bed with a man, truly tacky."
"What? You... do you know, if Florence's family finds out about this, she won't spare us.
Kid, are you crazy? After losing Ivy Miller, do you plan to turn yourself into scum?"
Henry Sullivan chuckled wickedly: "Don't you know? Your son is scum anyway.
Moreover, even if the Wilders don't let the Sullivans off, what does that have to do with me?
She came willingly. Before anything happened, I asked her many times if she came to this room willingly, she said yes.
I asked if it was okay for her even if something happened, she said yes.
