Chapter 1887 A Mass Killing

• "Old Mr. Quillen, you need to go..." Alessandra grinned sourly and sobbed. "One of us needs to be present when Mackenzie's baby is born! My life is not valuable enough to be mourned. Remind yourself to come and tell me how it goes when you... die."
• "Alessandra..." Sob! Without warning, Terence looked ten years older than usual and lost his vigor as a leader. He felt like a lonely, grieving old man right now.
• "Old Mr. Quillen, please leave!" Without waiting for Terence, Gautier had him taken off and shut the door himself.