Chapter 517

As Grace and Oliver stepped out of the car, Grace muttered, "It's your fault that I overslept. Now, we're late to visit Mr. and Mrs. Prescott. Just take responsibility when we get there." "Alright, alright. I'll admit to whatever you said later on," Oliver replied indulgently. With gifts in hand, they walked to the door. "Hazel!" The moment Grace stepped inside, she froze at the sight of Hazel pointing a knife at another woman. Shocked, she dropped the bags of gifts to the floor. Upon noticing their arrival, Hazel looked over. "Grace?" Grace realized that they had arrived at a bad time, and she sensed that something was wrong inside the Prescott residence. Frowning, Oliver stepped forward and took the knife from Hazel. "What's going on here?" he inquired. The Murrell family turned to stare at Oliver. Walter pointed, his voice trembling with recognition. "That's… Oliver Jefferson." Oliver caught sight of the man pointing at him and the stunned faces around him.