Chapitre 253: 252 Threaten Mr. Hale? Precisely Stepping on Mines (3 More)

William Hale was already stern, but at that moment, a sharp wolf-like glint burst forth from the depths of his eyes, frightening Mrs. Wells so much that her heart trembled, and she bit her lip.

Many journalists wondered,

Back then?

What was that about?

Why stop speaking halfway?

"Mr. Hale, if you truly know Ryan Wells' whereabouts, please do tell us. I beg you, he's our only son," Johnson Wells pleaded.

"Since Mrs. Wells has mentioned the events of the past, let's have a good talk," William Hale said coldly.

"You are adamant that Ryan Wells' disappearance is connected to me, merely because back then, he nearly died at my hands."

The reporters' pupils shuddered.

The events of the past, they had vaguely sensed something from their circles.

But there had been orders from above, no reporting allowed.

So it was all speculation.

They hadn't expected that one day William Hale would openly admit to it.