Chapter 308

Craig Stockton didn’t yell or make a scene, but the man had just lost his son. The way his eyes fixated on Delia Fleming still dripped with hostility and malice. Gordon Jenkins frowned, "What are you trying to do here? This is not the place for your theatrics!" "Get out of my way! All of you, move aside if you don’t want to end up dead!" Vanessa Granger shouted relentlessly, her voice sharp and shrill. The air of superiority she once carried as a dignified lady was long gone—after all, she had lost her only hope in life. No one in Delia or Curtis Stockton’s household took her screaming seriously. Gordon glanced at Craig with a thoughtful expression, his gaze lingering as if trying to read his mind. Craig, noticing Gordon’s voice, turned to study him in return. There was a flicker of recognition in his narrowed eyes as he openly stared back, trying to place the man in his memory. Thanks to the security personnel surrounding them, Craig, Vanessa, and their entourage couldn’t push forward