Mortimer Dalton let out a sickly laugh, "Let you go back?! Don't even think about it!"
He reached out his hand, leaning forward.
It seemed like he was going to kiss her.
Selena Kensington frowned and stepped back.
But if she continued to retreat, it would surely reveal the movements she had just made...
Just as Mortimer Dalton was about to succeed, a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "Mortimer Dalton, what are you doing?"
Mortimer Dalton paused his movements and turned his wheelchair around to look back.
He saw Samuel Dalton appearing at the door, with some bloodstains on him, and the small knife in his hand was covered in fresh blood.
He stood there, the corner of his mouth curved in a strange, cruel arc.
He just looked over here, unable to hide the rage in his eyes.
Like a devil.
Mortimer Dalton knew that for Samuel Dalton to break in, the men outside must have all fallen.
