Vincent couldn’t avert his gaze from the photo. The shock in his eyes gradually turned to rage. How could he forget this face? This person in the picture was the poacher he killed back then.
What was this man's connection to the Griffin family?
Vincent’s eyes turned colder when this question appeared in his mind.
“Vincent, you are here.” Oscar’s voice snatched him out of his stupor. He moved his gaze towards him frantically.
“Who is he?” He asked immediately.
Oscar let out a sigh, sorrow obscuring his eyes. "This is my son, Ethan." He said after a little pause, “Natalia and Olivia's older brother."
Vincent tightly clenched his fists, glaring at Ethan’s photo. His nostrils flared up. It was difficult for him to repress his anger. He searched for the poachers for five years and ended up protecting one of their families. In addition, he began to have affections for the killer's sister.
Vincent despised himself. His fists trembled uncontrollably.