The snow didn't seem like it was going to let up anytime soon. It even started snowing heavier at midnight. The temperature quickly started dropping.

Millie's mink coat was already covered in snowflakes. It had never crossed her mind that one day, she would be kneeling at a place like this because of Tyrell.

They kneeled for around two hours before she fainted.

A guard came over and helped her into the car. Alfred also told them that everyone in the house was asleep and he wouldn't be letting them in.

Tyrell could only bring his wife and son back home with a heavy heart. Mason's silence made it clear that there was no room for negotiations.

Ethan looked on coldly as Tyrell got into his car. He said, "Brent, the glory days of the Monroe family are over. Go dig up some dirt on them."

"Yes, Mr. Miller."

Just because Tyrell was a retired government official didn't mean he didn't have any skeletons in his closet. He was just lucky that he didn't experience too many setbacks in his