Chapter 253

If George had even the slightest bit of remorse, Franklin wouldn't have blown up like this. But nope. So many years had passed, and instead of feeling guilty, he just got worse—like, totally unrepentant. Made Franklin want to wring his neck with his bare hands, no joke. George's back slammed hard against the coffee table behind him. A jolt of pain shot up his spine. "Ugh!" He clutched his stomach, curling up instinctively, then coughed up a mouthful of blood. Amelia Bennett freaked out on the spot. She was shaking all over, didn't even dare to step closer. Right then, she tried her hardest to make herself invisible. Last thing she wanted was to catch the attention of these walking time bombs from the Hayes family. Franklin walked up again, calm as ever, then crouched down in front of George. Grabbing his hair tight, he yanked George's face up to meet his cold stare. His voice was low, sharp like a blade. "George, I've never been known for patience. And I'm no stranger to blood, either.