"Jason Sterling, do you get some sick pleasure out of bullying a widow and her son?"
Sue Lawrence held her son, crying her heart out. This only enraged Vincent Lawrence more. As a father, he couldn't stop himself from roaring, "Jason Sterling, get your old man over here!"
'I won't even deign to argue with you. Get your father. We are simply not on the same level!'
"I…"
Jason Sterling's head finally cleared a little.
He instinctively glanced at Victor Keller and couldn't help but blurt out, "Why couldn't it be that someone killed Ox?"
Seeing that he was still being obstinate, Victor Keller frowned. "It's sixty degrees below zero. Do you really think someone without military-grade cold-weather gear could be outside in the middle of the night and not freeze to death?"
"Then why couldn't it have been one of the people you took with you…"
"Enough. I already said we didn't find any cold-weather gear. Ox was wearing his when he left…"
