"Who she is, is not important."
The man's icy voice was as harsh as a heavy slap across Margaret's face.
"Sinclair..." The smile could no longer stay on Margaret's face.
She tightly bit her lips, her rims getting red.
She looked fragile, as if she could faint anytime.
"Mom--" Tyler immediately stood up and sat next to Margaret to support her.
Sinclair leisurely walked in from the outside. His handsome and indifferent face had no expression, and his deep, narrow eyes emitted a sharp, cold light.
Seeing this man who always overpowered him and his mother, Tyler's face looked very ugly.
The underneath of his eyes was even more filled with malice.
"Sinclair!!" Jonathan got up from the sofa, looking at Sinclair with full-faced anger.
"Margaret is your mother, specifically here to visit you.
Who taught you to speak this way?"
"Mother?" Sinclair curled the corners of his mouth slightly, expressing a scornful sneer.
"My mother was forced to death twenty years ago."
