With a thud, Madam Mitchell seemed to have her strength drained in an instant. She slumped powerlessly to the ground, her face filled with the hue of desolation.
It's over!
Everything is over!
At this moment, Mateo Mitchell took a deep breath, walking over to White Mitchell, "My boy, this messy affair is not for you to settle. Let me handle it. Let this old body of mine bear the consequences for you."
Apparently, Mateo Mitchell was worried that if news of today's events got out, it would affect White's reputation. Therefore, he decided to personally handle the remaining people.
Even if something was to happen, he would bear it all, ensuring that not a single harm would come to White.
Regarding this, White did not protest.
Seeing this, Mateo Mitchell inhaled deeply again, and his palm slowly descended onto the forehead of Madam Mitchell.