"..." Evelyn Sherman's body stiffened, and she looked at Grace Yakov in astonishment, "What do you mean by this? Are you saying, the car accident that my parents had years ago, was related to Chester Yale?"
"Not Chester Yale, but Sheldon Yale." A vengeful dim light burst from the depths of Grace Yakov's eyes, her teeth clenched tight.
"Chester Yale is no good thing either. The private detective I sent not only found that the accident was related to the Yale Family but also found that Chester Yale had once had people investigate the matter. He probably knew long ago that this was inextricably linked to Sheldon Yale, yet he concealed it. What do you think his intentions are?"
"No, it can't be..." Evelyn Sherman desperately shook her head, scared and pressing herself against the door panel, unwilling to believe as she looked at Grace Yakov.
"It surely has nothing to do with Chester Yale; you're just looking for an excuse to make me leave him, right? It must be like this..."