"One."
"What answer? What are you talking about? I don't know anything!"
"Two."
"It's got nothing to do with my son, kill me if you have to! Put the knife away!"
"Three."
"I'll tell you! It's me!"
Reese watched as the knife left a cut on her son's neck, terrified down to her soul: "I was the one who hired someone to throw acid! I only wanted to teach her a lesson. My son ended up like this because of her! Can't I have my revenge?"
"Connor!"
"Young Master!"
"Get the acid, throw it on her face!"
"Yes!"
Ryan was shocked, his face drained of color: "Young Master Hunter, let's discuss this! I apologize on her behalf! We can compensate Isabella Weaver for her mental distress!"
"I don't need money, Connor, throw it!"
"Wait!"
Ryan rushed forward, protecting his wife, gritting his teeth: "I can offer you some clues about Shiely Morrison!"
Harry finally looked at him: "You know where she is?"
"I know a bit, Alexander used my people to send her abroad."
