Landon''s eyes darkened at those words. "You dialed the wrong number. If it''s an emergency, call the


    police. I don''t deal with that."


    Call the police? Sylvia couldn''t possibly do that.


    After all these years of being with Preston, she wasn''t totally innocent either. If she called the police,


    they would dig up her secrets, and she would inevitably end up in prison.


    "Landon! Preston has gone mad! H-He killed your grandfather!" Sylvia hoarsely shouted.


    Landon was stunned, abruptly turning around. Every inch of his face tensed up tightly, his heart


    pounding fiercely against his chest.


    "What did you say? Say it again!"


    "Justst night... Preston arranged to meet Cornelius at Primrose Manor. When I found out, I followed


    him there to discuss my divorce with Cornelius.


    "But I saw with my own eyes Preston and Frank dragging out two body bags from the vi. I even


    heard Preston tell Frank to clean up the bodies of Cornelius and his secretary!"


    Sylvia recounted anxiously as the terrifying scene reyed in her mind. "I was so scared. I turned


    around and ran, but they saw me! They must have seen my car and recognized it was me, so sincest


    night, I''ve been hiding in a motel. I don''t even dare step outside!


    "Preston''s men must be desperately searching for me. Once I get out of here, he''ll definitely kill me! If


    he dares to kill his own father, there''s no reason for him not to kill me!"


    "The bodies... Did he say how he''d dispose of the bodies?" Landon''s mind was in turmoil. Even his


    voice was shaking.


    "To the West... He told Frank to take the bodies West, but I don''t know exactly where..."


    "Angie, stay here," Landon quickly said. Without exining further, he turned and swiftly disappeared


    into the crowd.


    Sylvia was still talking and crying on the phone, but he couldn''t hear anything. Hepletely relied on


    his body''s instincts to stride forward.


    In his crimson eyes, scenes of happy families and smiling faces shed.


    It felt as if he was the only one in this world copsing into darkness.


    Countless memories flickered in Landon''s mind like lightning.


    He recalled how Cornelius used to y with him outdoors when he was young, often because Bill was


    busy with work.


    He remembered that Cornelius was the one who had given him Richie.


    He recalled how Cornelius had bought him his first cotton candy because his parents were strict.


    Even his name was given by Cornelius.


    "I''ve been killing for most of my life. My hands are either red or ck. I''m tired of it. From now on, I


    hope the Harper family can take the right path. I hope my grandson will have a bright future."


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    Without Cornelius, there would be no Landon.


    In an instant, hepletely let go of all hatred.


    He even silently prayed, hoping that Sylvia was mistaken and that Cornelius was still feeding the


    horses he raised at Harper Manor.


    Noticing Landon''s prolonged silence, Sylvia finally yed herst card.


    "Haven''t you been investigating who killed your dad? Let me tell you. Your guess is right. It''s Preston.


    As long as you ensure my safety and let me leave the country, I can give you evidence that Preston


    murdered your dad."


    Landon closed his dark and cold eyes, feeling the pain in his body as if struck by thunder. "Where are


    you?"


    After the fireworks show ended, Cyrus and Lauren walked side by side with the massive crowd toward


    the exit.


    Although his profession had been rejected, Cyrus was not so fragile. He talked and smiled as if nothing


    had happened.


    If they couldn''t be lovers, they could still be friends.