Chapter 71: A Real Battle Without Mosaic

"Grandfather," Cooper Coldson obviously didn't want to say too much, "I've already made my decision, so don't ask anymore."

Old Master Coldson's face changed, "Alright, very well, I won't ask."

He slowly lay down, turning his back to Cooper. "You all leave, move out of the old house tomorrow."

"Grandfather..."

"Get out!"

Cooper had no choice but to leave and returned to his own room.

After Yolanda Greenwood took a bath, she felt the wound on her head hurt even more, so she sat in front of the vanity mirror and rummaged through her hair, intending to disinfect the wound.

Just as she found the wound and hissed in pain, Cooper walked into the room.

Yolanda subconsciously covered the wound with her hair, looking unnaturally at the vanity mirror.

Even if her love was humble, she didn't want Cooper to see her scar.

She couldn't stand any sympathetic looks from Cooper.

Yolanda got up, preparing to go to bed, but Cooper suddenly held her shoulder.