"Chester Yale, where is Harry?" As soon as Evelyn Sherman spoke, she realized her voice was trembling.
When she met Chester's sharp gaze, she subconsciously took a step back.
"Come here." Chester's tall figure leaned lazily on the sofa, reaching out his hand to her.
"..." Evelyn's body stiffened, and as she looked at Chester's calm face, she didn't know why, but she felt a chill running down her spine.
It felt like the calm before a storm.
Yet, her body instinctively moved towards him.
Just as she stood in front of him, Chester suddenly reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her onto the sofa.
"Ah!" Evelyn didn't react in time, and her petite body fell directly into his arms.
The next second, her chin was firmly grasped by a powerful hand.
"I thought you would explain to me first why I have a son who has been hidden from me for so many years." Chester's long fingers caressed her chin, his tone carrying an indescribable eeriness.