Chapter 237 Cursed

• Wynter groaned and averted her eyes, saying, "What a day." She was essentially obstructing any possibility of escape by standing in the doorway. As usual, her tone was informal. "All right, let's stop acting. Could someone kindly let me know where the cellar key is? At this point, Fanny was barely surviving. She had regret in her eyes. Nathan frowned and swore in their regional accent at Wynter. Wynter wasn't stupid, but she couldn't comprehend him. She dragged Nathan to the ground. "You ought to be aware." Gary lost his mind. Dare you touch my grandfather? I'll murder you! Wynter gave him very little care. She was prepared to defend herself from anyone.
• You even attack senior citizens. You are an abhorrent human being! As he said, Gary let out a gasp. "He's not an elderly man," Wynter stated in a composed tone. He is an elderly Scoundrel who is deeply dishonest. He raised dogs to attack humans, and they, like your parents, trafficked people. All I'm doing is upholding justice. Nathan's face became red with rage, and he said, "You little bi." Smack! With a sneer, Wynter hoisted him after giving him a slap across the face. There are three seconds left. Give the key to me. Otherwise, the Quirks family will be extinct when your grandson's poison takes effect.
• Her words caused a dramatic change in Nathan's face. The family heritage was crucial in rural communities. Kneeling as well, Priscilla said, "Just give it to her! Gary cannot afford to get into any problems." You old hag, you don't get it. It is impossible to free the one that is confined in the cellar! Nathan had always been a planner. He now intended to wait in the hopes that the town would become aware of the strange activities at the house. Take a look at the number of previous visits the authorities had. He had always been able to hide things. If Wynter hadn't acted so aggressively today, he wouldn't have put himself in danger. After all, even in the county, he was a well-renowned Samaritan.