Chapitre 239: 238 Uncle: The insolent boy, he deserves to be beaten to death.

After the start of winter, the urgent rain beat against the glass, creating a snapping sound. Outside, the heavy clouds hung low, and as Ryan Wells recalled past events, his body involuntarily shivered. Suddenly, a winter thunderclap sounded from outside—

He slowly stepped toward Zoe Bell, "I thought that when I ran into William Hale that night, he was just standing up for what's right."

"I could only blame my bad luck, not realizing..."

"It was all because of you!"

Zoe Bell clenched the handle of her cane and watched as he advanced step by step, her breath quickening.

"You're thinking too much, I didn't even know him a few years ago."

"It doesn't matter whether you knew him or not," Ryan Wells sneered, his breath reeking strongly of tobacco as he came closer, "It's his tough luck for loving you."

"I can't touch him, so I go after the ones he cares about."

"I want him to taste a life worse than death." After saying this, Ryan Wells laughed brazenly.