"You... You really think I don't have the nerve?" Dr. Whitecoat roared furiously upon hearing Jace Lennox's words. "I'm your brother, yet you're doing this to me—for a woman! Jace Lennox, all these years, have you ever once considered me your brother?"
"Whitecoat, see for yourself." Jace Lennox, looking at Dr. Whitecoat who seemed to have gone mad, withdrew the hand gripping his wrist. He pulled a stack of photos from his pocket and placed them on the coffee table.
Dr. Whitecoat looked at the photos on the table.
Just then, Millie Sanders also saw the photos on the table. 'This... This is...'
Millie Sanders never expected to see photos of herself kissing other men, of herself getting a hotel room with them. The realization that Jace Lennox had investigated her long ago yet acted as if he knew nothing, while she had foolishly held out hope for him, filled her with uncontrollable rage.
