Chapter 478

James walked over and slapped Henry hard across the face, sending the latter rolling across the floor. His hand burned with pain, but he didn't care. He had waited too long to get this opportunity. That day, he would release all his pent-up anger. As Henry struggled to rise, James clenched his fist and punched him square in the jaw, drawing blood from his mouth. Grace turned to Terence, who looked terrified. "You just said Hazel is dead. How did she die?" Based on her memory, Peter had kept the burial details a secret, even from his own son. So, how could Terence know? Terence eyed Grace warily, realizing she was far sharper than he had anticipated. One wrong word, and he might expose a long-buried secret. He quickly shook his head and said, "I don't know." Grace glanced at Henry, who was already battered and barely conscious on the floor from James' punches. "You want a taste of this, too? I can make that happen." Soon, the sound of Terence's and Henry's desperate cries for