Watching us complete all of this, Aaron, who had been silent for a long time, interrupted casually, "Destroy all evidence of the original positioning, and don't leave any traces behind."
His words reminded me that if something happened to the foundations abroad, it would inevitably make Jordan suspicious. It was indeed necessary to destroy the evidence.
I looked at Wynn, who was waiting for my decision, and patted him on the shoulder. "Just do what Uncle says."
"Okay." Wynn instantly became focused. He began to fiddle with his computer and tinker with his phone.
Aaron poured me a glass of warm milk while he waited for Wynn to handle the matter. "Drink it. Look at yourself. You are already so skinny."
"I'd rather be skinny than be beaten to a pulp." I took the milk and drank half a cup as I looked at him teasingly.
Aaron was furious and helpless. But, in the end, his expression softened. Then he started discussing, "Don't go back to that place anymore, especially since we have gotten all of the data.
The people there are quite unpredictable. Who knows what they'd do to you once their temper flares again."
"Huh?" I shook my head quickly. "No, with me there, Jordan won't run away. This matter has been haunting us for so many years. We should end it as soon as possible. At least on our side."
"Just go ahead after you've made up your mind. You don't have to worry about Wynn and the others. Emma and I will take care of it," Aaron finally compromised.
As Aaron spoke, he subconsciously reached out to touch Wynn's little head with his uninjured hand.
I whispered, "Have you been going to your treatment sessions regularly?"
"What do you think?" Aaron answered half-jokingly, "Your sister-in-law would have skinned me alive if I were to miss even a single session."
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