"Stop!”
Jim was just about to drag Luna out of the house when Charles turned to stare at him. "If you want to leave, you should do so yourself! Who gave you the right to take Luna with you?"
Charles strode over and pulled Luna's hand out of Jim's. "Just now, Malcolm called me and suggested that they bring him and Luna's wedding forward to bring some good luck to Rosalyn. The reason I came home today was to talk to Luna about this."
With that, he glanced at Jim out of the corner of his eyes and said, "Now that you're taking her away, who a m I supposed to talk to?"
Jim could not help snickering when he heard this." Bring some good luck to Mother? Only an idiot like you would believe Malcolm's tricks!"
"Shut up!" Charles slammed his hand on the coffee table so hard that Christopher's machine shook.
Christopher knew that he could not continue staying here any longer, so he quickly packed his things up, getting ready to leave.
As he did this, the lab report that he had generated fell off the table and landed next to Charles' feet.
Charles picked up the paper, frowning.
The report clearly stated that Heather and Jim had been poisoned with the same drug, which had both been countered.
As soon as he saw this, Charles narrowed his eyes and glanced at Jim. "You were poisoned too? And the effects were countered as well? Who did you do it with?"
No matter how tense their relationship was, Jim was still his son, and Jim's refusal to find a girlfriend over the years had worried both him and Rosalyn tremendously.
However...
Jim had been with a woman last night.
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