Chapter 73 In the still of the night, with the dark moon and high winds, comes his time to die.

Joy Williams's smooth brow twitched slightly at Waylon Lewis's words.

Alitzel Williams was full of surprise, then her expression turned very unpleasant.

Joy Ward was so blocked that she couldn't speak, and her face crumbled accordingly.

A few seconds of silence filled the room.

"Enough," Alitzel said coldly. "Stop talking. The more you say, the more preposterous it gets."

Angry, Alitzel pulled Joy and was about to leave. Before leaving, she shot Waylon Lewis a fierce glance, full of displeasure and warning, as if to say how shameless it was for the esteemed Patriarch Lewis to admit he was pestering a woman—truly becoming more brazen and shameless.

Hope Williams's eyebrows quirked slightly, and she turned to look at Waylon Lewis, seeing the red, swollen fingerprint on his cheek from where Alitzel had just slapped him. Hope took a small bottle of ointment out of the medicine box and handed it to him.

Waylon Lewis raised his eyes, "For me?"

"Yes. Apply it, it will heal faster."