Chapter200

Jack spoke with lowered eyes, filled with obscurity and hatred: "It was my father."

I looked at Jack in shock... How could this be?

His beloved sister was killed by his own father?

My heart was filled with sympathy, but I didn't know how to comfort him.

Jack lifted his cup and drank it down.

As he went to pour another, I took the bottle and poured him half a cup.

"?"

why he did that.

"He..." Jack narrowed his eyes. "I can't even talk about the things he did. Do you want to listen?"

But it didn't seem right to listen to someone else's privacy.

Before I could speak, Jack had already taken out his phone and found the recording, playing it.

There was some background noise in the audio, but it was clear enough to hear a conversation between a man and a woman.

As the call connected, the man asked, "Where are you going?"

The woman replied, "I'm going to see Nelson."