But Xavier Lockwood wasn't afraid of him.
He walked straight up to Timothy York and stopped, standing tall. Even though he had only overheard a few words, he picked up where Ivan Gray had left off. "An accident? How is this an accident? Wasn't this car crash deliberately orchestrated by someone?"
"Mr. Lockwood!" Ivan Gray quickly put a hand out to stop him. "Miss Keats—"
Xavier Lockwood, however, flung Ivan Gray's hand away and kept his intense gaze locked on Timothy York. "It was you, wasn't it? You're the one who caused her accident. What are you scheming? Planning to take Summer Thorne abroad while also making this happen to her? Mr. York, do you really think you can control everything? Since you couldn't make her trust or accept you, you decided to resort to these kinds of tactics to force her hand? Is this how you, as a brother, look out for your sister?"
Timothy York's gaze was heavy as he watched him in silence, not offering a single word in response.
