Chapter 517

"I've never seen this before…" Philip couldn't manage a smile. Maeve continued, "Really? But I found it in your clothes, Uncle Phil. Considering how carefully you kept it, it's hard to believe that you've never seen it." "Maeve, I've raised you for years, and is this how you repay me? Just to question me?" Zion suddenly kicked the table beside him. Startled, Philip looked at Zion, who spoke coldly, "Answer her questions clearly." Faced with Zion's sternness, Philip took a deep breath and said, "Yes, the key is mine! It's just for the family storeroom. It isn't even worth much." "Is it for the storeroom or the memorial hall?" At the mention of "memorial hall", Philip's expression shifted drastically. Maeve pressed. "Uncle Phil, I want a straightforward answer. Did you steal the memorial hall key from my father?" "That's absurd! Patrick gave it to me years ago!" Philip stood up, agitated, but Zion's chilling command cut through, "Sit down!" Philip's anger deflated as he was