Alitzel spoke with a slight quiver in her voice, "We raised him to this age only to let him get beaten up? And he won't even tell us who did it, so we have nowhere to seek justice."
Hope walked over, patting Alitzel on the back. Any parent would be heartbroken to see their son hurt like this.
Waylon spoke indifferently, "The Knox Family. We've already sought retribution."
The old man raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying the Knox Family did this to him?"
"Yes."
The old man squinted his authoritative eyes and asked, "Why?"
Waylon's dark eyes glanced coldly at Wyatt, his lips moved slightly, "For a person."
"Who?"
"A woman!"
Alitzel's lips twitched, and upon hearing this, she understood immediately. Her eyes turned even redder, "Oh dear, what a bitter fate."
"It's one thing to go to someone else's house to snatch a person, but to end up failing at it."
Hope, "..."
Wyatt, "..."
