Durrell Landon didn't reply, his expression was icy cold, even carrying a faint trace of ridicule.
The decision of whether to kill Nathan Firth existed only in his mind; nobody else was qualified to influence it.
Durrell left the White Family's villa and, to his surprise, found that the sky had begun to snow.
It had only just started—the snowflakes were small, landing on branches, on the ground, and on him.
He stretched out his palm, and the snow quickly melted in his hand.
He suddenly realized it was already Christmas.
When he returned to Imperial View Manor, he discovered Julian Haworth and the others were actually there. Perhaps because it was snowing outside, he brought a chill into the room as he walked in from the cold.
Durrell didn't know what Julian was saying to Quiana Sutton; in any case, there was a faint smile on her lips.
The dazzling lights glowed, and the rare warmth of everyday life made him crave for more.
