"Blame me for your troubles?" Martin Riley couldn't help but admire how these people could twist the truth so effortlessly.
"So, you're trying to pin everything on me? Do you take me for a fool?" His expression suddenly turned serious. "I know why you're here. You want to accuse me of inviting trouble by bringing Philip Allen into the picture. But don't forget, it was you who gave him the opportunity."
"Martin, you carry the Riley Family blood. How can you say such cold-hearted things? Don't you know Hyland Riley was killed by Philip Allen too?" They tried to use this to intimidate Martin, to force him to join their side.
But they overlooked one crucial detail.
Crystal Foster. Martin also cared for Crystal.
"Didn't Hyland Riley deserve it?" Martin's eyes swept over them, his voice calm but chilling enough to send shivers down their spines.
"Do you realize what you're saying? Hyland Riley was your nephew!" They still attempted to guilt-trip him, but Martin wasn't buying it.
