Chapter 542

Trevor could feel the gravity of the situation with what Brad had said, so he stepped hard on the gas pedal and sped through the roads once again. In a room on the basement's first floor of Clearwater Psychiatric Hospital, Matthew wielded the Apex Blade in one hand as he stared at Horace. He had to admit that Horace's presence was very imposing—the latter had an upright posture, white hair, youthful features, and eyes as sharp as an eagle's. Horace was shocked to see Dallas in such a pitiful state. His clothes were almost fully stained with blood, and his hands were injured while his face bore a swollen bruise. Dallas' voice was also so weak that it was almost inaudible. Horace's face carried a trace of shock. He never thought there'd be anyone who could pull off something so vicious! He then looked at Matthew with a frosty glare. "Did you do this?" Matthew casually replied, "I did." Upon hearing his response, Horace narrowed his eyes sharply. "Don't you know that he's my nephe