Violet Don saw Noah Bates when she opened the door and, without thinking, immediately tried to close it again.
Noah Bates quickly blocked her motion, his voice cold, "Come out and talk."
"Talk?"
Violet Don laughed as if hearing a joke, "What is there to talk about between us? My brother's death, or Wayne Don being kidnapped?"
Her sharp tone stung Noah Bates in the heart.
The man withdrew with a self-deprecating laugh, "Violet, do you really see me as so despicable?"
Violet Don tilted her chin, "Wasn't that exactly how you saw me back then?"
Noah Bates felt his heart chill under her gaze.
"I indeed came here for a reason."
"We don't want to talk to you." Before Violet could speak, Wayne, standing behind her, interjected.
The young boy stood in front of Violet like an adult, trying to use his small body to shield Violet from Noah Bates' onslaught. This gesture painfully crossed Bates's field of vision. Look, his own son was taking such a defensive stance in front of him.