"Tristan Quinn is my father."
Looking at Winston Winslow’s out-of-control appearance, Damian Quinn, though puzzled, still spoke respectfully.
"Do you know my father?"
As soon as he spoke, Winston Winslow’s gaze towards him became even more hateful, overflowing with boundless hatred.
"So you are Tristan Quinn’s son..."
"Master, what’s wrong with you?"
Serena worriedly approached, only to be brusquely pushed away by Winston Winslow in his emotional turmoil.
"A cursed fate... Truly a cursed fate!"
Damian quickly supported the staggering Serena, frowning as he looked at Winston Winslow.
"Master, if you have any grievances with me, direct them at me, don’t take it out on Serena."
"Shut up! You don’t deserve to call me Master!"
Before Damian could finish his words, Winston Winslow violently interrupted, his eyes filled with hatred, pulling out a gun from his coat.
The dark muzzle was aimed squarely at Damian’s forehead.
"You deserve to die... Tristan Quinn’s son deserves to die!"
Serena didn’t understand why he suddenly became , but instinctively shielded Damian in front of her.
Seeing Serena protecting Damian, Winston Winslow’s heart surged with anger, but he ultimately didn’t fire, subconsciously worried about accidentally harming her.
In a violent rage, he swept everything off the table onto the floor.
"Get out! All of you, get out!"
Serena furrowed her brows tightly and was about to step forward when Lucas Laine and the Second Elder rushed in, hearing the commotion.
"Serena, Master is out of control right now, we can’t provoke him further, you should take Damian and leave first."
Lucas blocked her, his tone was gentle and reassuring in an inexplicable way.
"Alright, let me know, Lucas, as soon as Master calms down."
Although Serena was very worried about Winston Winslow, she understood in her heart that staying would only provoke him further.
Over the years, Master’s health has been worsening and he must not be further agitated.
Lucas nodded, "Serena, leave this to me."
Serena said no more, quickly pulling the man towards the exit, "Let’s go."
Noticing how cold her hand was, Damian tightly held her small hand, silently comforting her.
Once the girl’s emotions calmed down somewhat, he finally asked.
"Serena, is there some history between Master and my father?"
Serena shook her head, her extraordinarily beautiful fox-like eyes filled with confusion and concern for Winston Winslow.
"I’ve never heard Master mention your father before... I don’t know why Master became so abnormal upon learning you’re Tristan Quinn’s son."
Upon hearing this, Damian’s heart sank continuously, his expression becoming grave, "I’ve never heard my father mention Master either."
Serena’s red lips were tightly pursed, an ominous feeling in her heart growing stronger, causing unease.
What exactly happened between Tristan Quinn and Master? To make such a gentle and amiable person become so mad?
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Noticing the girl’s unease, Damian swept his long arm around her, pulling her into his embrace, speaking each word clearly.
"Serena, no matter what happens, we’ll face it together, big brother will always be by your side."