Marcus and Old Master Shaw both turned around.

They saw Gloria holding a walking stick, dressed in a black raincoat as she angrily glared at Old Master Shaw.

The old man’s voice trembled. “My daughter…”

Gloria clenched her teeth and said, “Do you not understand my words? I was already very courteous to you yesterday. I’ve tolerated you over and over again. For what you did to my mother and me, I had wanted your life. However, your blood flows within me, so I can’t do that!

“I let you off eas