Samuel Larkspur stood there in silence for a long time, then quickly followed.
My return to Crestwood was not widely publicized.
The first thing I did when I went back was to head straight to the Simmons family.
Comparatively speaking, the Simmons family might be the most impacted family, and it would be unreasonable for me not to visit them.
Outside the Simmons family's door.
My Audi RS9 had been repaired and was parked at the door.
Looking at the car, an inexplicable pain welled up in my heart.
Although I understood that Christian Simmons's support was only due to a choice of interests, few people would believe me at this moment.
I took a deep breath, and as I pushed open the door to enter, Gerald Simmons came out from the door.
The moment he saw me, his eyes instantly erupted with raging anger!
"Tyler, you bastard! It's because of you that my son became a vegetative state, give me back my son's life..." Gerald's fists kept swinging at my body.
