Mrs. Frey had been immersed in her elation when she heard what Yvonne said and donned a scowl
immediately. "Stupid girl, what are you saying?"
"Enough, honey.â Mr. Frey pulled her back to stop her from talking lest the money they just received
was taken away from them.
With a huff, Mrs. Frey relented for the money.
In spite of it, Henry was not planning on letting it end s o easily. "You guys took the money, so I
should be voicing out my terms now, right?"
"Terms?" Mr. and Mrs. Frey were astounded. So the money was not given to them unconditionally...
"Yes, terms. My term is simple. Donât contact Yvonne anymore after taking this sum of money," said
Henry.
Yvonne looked at him in surprise.
What was he trying to do? Was he cutting off ties with them for her?
It was not just Yvonne who had thought of it. Mr. and Mrs. Frey thought the same as they watched
Henry alertly. "Don't contact her anymore?"
"Thatâs right!" Henry nodded.
"No way." Mrs. Frey was the first to reject the term. How could she ask for money from Yvonne in
the
future if she was not allowed to contact her?
Mr. Frey did not express his view but he thought the same.
Henry who saw through both of them snorted, "No way? Do you think you have the right to say no?â
Mr. Freyâs eyes gleamed. "Uh, Henry, why donât you change your terms? Yvonneâs our daughter
after all. How could we not contact her?"
There was an icy smirk on Henry. "I have nothing to discuss with you. I just want an answer. If you
don't agree to it, don't put the blame on me."
"What - what are you going to do?" Mrs. Frey asked in a stutter.
Henry went close to them, generously providing her the answer. "I'll make sure you get nothing.
That's not all. I'll send Jason Frey and both of you to jail. Jason Frey for gambling, and you two, for
selling or kidnapping a child."
The last of his words was said in a bare whisper, so soft that only Mr. and Mrs. Frey could hear it.
They looked at him in shock. "You - you... You..."
"You mean to say, how do I know, right?â Henry narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Of course I found
out by chance, so are you still disagreeing with my terms?"
He only wanted to play a trick on them to see if he could get anything out of them. He didnt' expect
to actually succeed.
Looking at how the husband and wife panicked, Henry was thoroughly certain that Yvonne Frey was
either kidnapped or stolen by them.
Yvonne kept quiet but she kept her eyes on Henry and her parents. Taking in how all of them
reacted differently, she was curious as to what Henry told them to elicit such a violent response.
They were not just shocked - they looked scared.
"We agree, we do." Mr. and Mrs. Frey submitted entirely. Never had they expected that a secret
they kept for over twenty years was discovered by this man in front of them and used against them.
Other than complying, they had no other ways. After all, they were old now. They could not afford to
go to jail. They also could never see Jason go to jail.
"Wise choice." Henry grinned in satisfaction when he saw both of them finally giving in.
Mr. and Mrs. Frey met eyes, seeing the powerlessness and submission in each other's gaze, and
they even thought that their other half had suddenly grown old i n an instant.
"Alright, this is all. Don't let me see you guys appearing before Yvonne in the future. Otherwise, I
can throw you in anytime," Henry warned coldly as he made his way back to Yvonne.
There was no longer any sense of resistance from Mr. and Mrs. Frey. They could only nod to signal
their understanding.
"Good. And keep an eye of Jason Frey too." With that, Henry pulled Yvonne to and out of the door
without sparing them another glance.
Exiting the residence, Yvonne pulled his hand away." What did you tell my parents? Why were they
so afraid?"
"I said that Iâll send Jason Frey to prison if they don't oblige," Henry told her half of the truth.
Nodding, Yvonne believed him. "I see. I was just wondering why they suddenly gave in. They could
sacrifice anything, even their lives, for Jason. I donât see why they wouldnât compromise.â
Henry hummed without a word.
Yvonne looked up at the greying sky and asked, "Oh, how much did you give them just now? From
how happy they looked, it mustn't be a small sum.â
"One hundred and fifty thousand dollars," Henry enunciated the numbers.
With bulging eyes, Yvonneâs voice raised. "One hundred and fifty thousand dollars? You gave them
so much?â
"Mm."
"It's gone.â Yvonne grimaced.
One hundred and fifty thousand dollars! Add it to the seven hundred thousand dollars previously
and that made eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars! - How was she going to return all this
money?
Not knowing that Yvonne was pulling her hair out about repaying the debt, Henry assumed that
something else happened and asked stiffly, "Whatâs gone?â
Yvonne pouted. "Nothing."
"Speak!" Henry did not let it go.
Yvonne merely shook her head, insistent on not saying a thing.
Irritation colored Henryâs expression when he saw how she was behaving and kept his gaze heavy
on her, wanting to force it out of her with his stare. In spite of it, Yvonne made up her mind not to
give in. His stare did nothing to affect her, so she kept it all in until the end.
Henry was upset about it, glowering. "Fine. I won't ask any more since you won't tell. Let's settle
what happened back then. I asked you to go back and not come here. Why didn't you listen?â
"Didn't I explain on the call...â Yvonne answered meekly.
It earned a scoff from Henry. "What can it do? You knew that nothing good would come out of this
trip and you were adamant about coming. What you did was extremely stupid to me."
"What's stupid about it!" Yvonne argued.
Clenching his jaws, Henry spat, "Everything. You should be grateful you went to the Freys and there
was no risk to your life except feeling a little pain. If what happened today were a conspiracy against
you and you ran into it foolishly, you wonât even know how you died. Have you forgotten about what
happened with Dominic Conrad previously?â
With the reminder, grief filled Yvonne. "I didn't forget. Sorry. I'll take note of it in the future. I wonât be
reckless again."
"Hopefully so. Get in!â Henry pulled the car door open.
Yvonne was stunned. "You're not reprimanding me anymore?"
"I'll do that when we go back. I'm worried youâll be embarrassed here,â Henry replied icily.
Yvonne looked around. There was already a growing crowd who was secretly paying attention to
them. Without another word, she hopped into the car.
Henry was silent during the drive. He maintained his tight-lipped glower as he oozed coldness,
causing the narrow space in the vehicle to feel oppressive.
Yvonne was rather scared of his current state, so she dared not say anything either. With both her
hands on the door handle, she shrunk into herself, trying to minimize her existence.
Finally, they arrived at their apartment. Henry got out of the car, went around the bonnet, and pulled
Yvonne's door open before dragging her out of it toward the elevator.
Yvonne dared not fight back, still beating herself up for being reckless, and followed him obediently.
When they arrived at the apartment, Henry pressed the bell. The door opened swiftly and Sue was
delighted when she saw both of them.
"Sir, madam, you guys are back!"