Chapter 219 If She Can't Live, Let Her Die

"Ah! Help! Someone's been murdered!"

Amelia Bailey sprawled out on the ground, clutching her chest and wailing in pain.

Only then did others react, their faces filled with disbelief.

Waylon Lewis, paying no heed to the rest, stepped forward, bent down, and picked up Hope Williams. His incomparably handsome face was full of stern chilliness. His eyebrows instantly knitted as he saw Hope's slapped red cheek, and the coldness emanating from him intensified a thousandfold.

"Waylon..." Even Alitzel Williams, who stood nearby, felt a subconscious jolt in her heart. It was the first time she had sensed such bone-chilling coldness from Waylon Lewis.

Everyone present gave a slight shiver.

"Waylon Lewis!" Isaiah Lewis's face darkened with anger. "Have you gone mad? She is your great-aunt!"

Waylon Lewis glanced at Isaiah, forcing him to take a step back with the sheer intensity of the look. The overwhelming chilliness emanating from him was suffocating.