When Andrew left the Peck residence, his retreating figure looked hurried and flustered.

Miles and Liliana stood by, watching his Porsche 911 disappear down the road, both looking suspicious.

"Miles, he actually walked out of there without a scratch. Did Mom really let him off that easily?"

Liliana could not accept it. No matter what, Andrew should have at least been beaten half to death.

Miles did not say anything, but his expression darkened.

Liliana glanced at him sideways. "Why the long face, Miles? Did Cathy demand the 'bedroom tax' from you again, and you couldn't perform?"

Miles snapped, annoyed, "Shut it, you brat! You think I'm that pathetic? Besides, I've been taking Mr. Lloyd's Vitality Pill and Titan Essence Pill. Cathy's been begging for mercy every night."

Liliana looked skeptical. "Then why are you looking so glum?"

Miles found it hard to speak, but finally said, "Liliana, didn't you notice that Andrew's shirt was torn at the chest? When he went to see M