Sheldon Yale clenched his teeth and spoke fiercely.
A sinister light emerged from the depths of his eyes.
The butler was taken aback, then nodded in agreement, "I heard that Evelyn Sherman's health is poor and she regularly goes to the hospital for checkups. I will find out the schedule and seize the opportunity to act, ensuring that nothing will go wrong!"
Upon hearing this, Sheldon Yale huffed lightly and finally closed his eyes to sleep.
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Inside the Yakov Family Mansion.
"Bang—" Chester Yale, upon hearing the doctor's words, stretched out his hand and knocked over the tonic on the coffee table, causing the bottles and jars from the package to roll out and scatter on the floor.
His tall and imposing body exuded a fierce aura, like an Asura emerging from hell, filled with a strong intent to kill.
"What exactly does he want to do?"
At this, those present looked at each other, none daring to speak.
The things Sheldon Yale did were downright crazed and heartless.