Chapter 1208

Cliff could call his mother when he was utterly desperate. Grace rolled her neck, knowing that there was no way to stop now. Hearing her son call her "Mama" motivated her to keep going. "Just wait, Cliff. I'll seek justice for you." The little one was so anxious that he was on the verge of tears, as if he wanted to throw a few punches himself. The Jefferson residence had turned into a full-blown spectacle. Meanwhile, in a private suite of an overseas hotel, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. The only ones feeling the pressure—both at home and abroad—were the Wallens. Oliver rose and casually placed his hands on Jeremiah's shoulders. "You teamed up with David to kidnap my son. How did you even come up with that plan?" Jeremiah clenched his jaw. "What proof do you have that I was behind your son's kidnapping?" Oliver picked up a fork and pressed it against Jeremiah's throat. He stood behind him and sneered, "At my age, I no longer bother with proof. I do as I please." Oliv