Right then, Stephan couldn't hold back anymore.
Trembling from head to toe, he stared at Horace with red eyes and roared angrily, "Horace, you piece of shit, do you not remember us?! Do you not remember my wife, Carly Vaness? You were the one who crippled my legs!"
Carly was shaking, her eyes filled with terror. Occasionally, she would sneak a glance at Horace before immediately burying her face in her daughter's body, gripping her daughter's arms so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the sheer force of her grip.
When Horace heard this, he looked at Stephan coldly.
"Haha, of course I remember. So what? This is my home. Do you think you can take revenge on me just because you followed Isaac here? What a joke."
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