"I know I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't control myself. I realize now it was wrong in the past, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have separated from Grace."
Ivy Wood dared not look directly into Malcom Moore's cold eyes, lowering her head in guilt, "Malcom, I'm sorry."
"I told you not to call me Malcom, you don't deserve it!" Malcom Moore's usual gentleness was replaced by a chilling aura.
In the eyes of the world, Malcom Moore was always cheerful, sunny, and easy-going.
But Ivy Wood knew otherwise, she had known since six years ago.
This man, although he appeared to be approachable and suave, when he truly got angry, his decisive ruthlessness was something she couldn't handle.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Morris, I, I'm used to it." Ivy Wood hurriedly admitted her mistake.
