Chapter 392

Chapter 392: The Injury "So you expect me to hand over my son for you to deal with as you please?" Evan Brooks sneered, his tone sharp and mocking. "Might as well take my life while you're at it." Edward Grant stared at Evan's smug face, and his chest tightened with regret. How did he ever get involved with someone like this? He cursed his past decisions—if only he'd seen this coming. With a heavy sigh, Edward turned to Marcus Sinclair, his face lined with guilt. "Mr. Sinclair, we're truly sorry. This mess... it’s all because of us." “Dad, what now?” Joseph Grant wasn’t panicking, but the uncertainty in his voice slipped through. Despite his usual timid nature, there was a trace of determination in his demeanor, yet the odds were clearly against them. Edward straightened, forcing himself to look dignified despite the tension. In the end, he was still a father. “Evan Brooks,” he said firmly, “whatever happens, I’ll take responsibility. Let them leave. You can deal with me however you wa