Hearing Joshua’s words, Quentin chuckled.
“Didn’t the feud between the Landry family and the Lynch family happened all because the Landrys
killed Lucy?”
He rubbed his chin slowly as he added, “I remember how terrible Lucy looked when she was dead…”
A fake sympathetic expression overtook Quentin’s face while he sighed.
“What a beautiful, smart woman. Too bad…she met her untimely end just because Charles Landry
didn’t care about her and had neglected her. Tsk, tsk, tsk! I heard a dozen men-”
“You shut up!” Jim snarled, shooting up from his seat before Quentin finished his sentence. With anger
fueling him, Jim reprimanded him fiercely, “I won’t allow you to say such a thing about my mother!”
However, Jim’s enraged expression merely made Quentin chuckle.
“Mr. Landry, why are you so angry? I remember that you were only a one-year-old when Lucy passed
away. Rosalyn has taken care of you since then and treated you like her son. Aren’t you afraid that you
might break Rosalyn’s heart for defending a mother that you’ve never met?”. Quentin’s every word
struck Jim’s most sore nerves. He squinted and clenched his fists tightly.
“It’s not up to you to comment on my relationship with both of my mothers!” The angrier Jim became,
the happier Quentin was. He smiled faintly while taking a sip of his tea.
“Two mothers… A normal person only has one mother and will only recognize one. If you have to
choose, who will you choose? Lucy, your birth mother, or Rosalyn, who had raised you?”
Jim squeezed his brows together. “You!” No one had ever dared to question his birth contemptibly, and
no one ever dared to ask at all! He stalked toward Quentin, his entire being rattled with rage.
“Jim!”
Just before Jim got close to Quentin, Bonnie furrowed her brows and stood up to stop Jim, grabbing
him by the arm.
“Don’t be reckless.” She placed her body close to his arm and whispered, “We’re here to find Charlotte
and June. Don’t get agitated because of his trick. We won’t be able to accomplish our mission if things
don’t go as planned.”
Jim’s eyes narrowed fiercely after what Bonnie said, but his rage suddenly disappeared after she
whispered in his ear. He took a deep breath grabbed Bonnie’s hand before turning around to walk back
to his seat. His hand felt warm and dry, which emitted a sense of security. Bonnie wanted to struggle,
but his hold on her hand was too tight.
Moreover, it would just give Quentin another excuse to divert the topic if he saw her struggling. Thus,
she relented and allowed Jim to pull her to sit beside him.
Irked, Quentin looked at Bonnie. He had finally agitated Jim, but this woman managed to settle him
down with just a few words.
“Mr. Simms, why don’t you cut the crap and stop looking for topics to incite us,” Luke reminded him
coldly with a faint smile. “Now that we’re here, we won’t leave until you give us Charlotte.”
The living room returned to its silence for a few seconds.
At that moment, Jim finally settled down entirely after Quentin agitated him with his remarks about both
his mothers. He looked at Quentin with a frown and felt there was indescribable gloominess from him.
Quentin seemed to know his weakness and controlled his emotions with just a few simple words to
incite him.
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