The funeral home was huge and quiet with Yale standing in black attire, a solemn figure in front of Cole's memorial. His face was a mask of seriousness as he stood silently. Walter edged closer, positioning himself just behind Yale.
"Why are you here?" Yale's voice was a low rumble, his question direct, not bothering to look back.
"Didn't you already pay your respects? Or is it that the Gordon family's heir has nothing better to do today, so bored that you're crashing my funeral for a bit of drama?"
Yale's tone was sharp, and Walter could not hide his surprise.
Everyone knew Yale as the stoic head of the Foster family, a man who rarely let his emotions show, so why was he openly rebuking someone at this moment?
There had to be a backstory.
"Mr. Yale Foster, did I... upset you?" Walter asked cautiously.
He was aware of Cole's passing and Evangeline's fragile mood. He had left the funeral early, not wanting to cause her any more distress.
If he still managed to get on Yale's bad side after all that, he was at a loss for what else he could do.
Yale's laugh was icy and humorless.
Upset? It was far more than that.
The thought of all the pain Evangeline had suffered because of Walter made Yale wish he could tear him apart.
"Walter, I'm going to give you a piece of advice. Stay away from our Evie from now on, and keep your distance from the Foster family too. It'd be best if you never crossed paths with us again.
"After all, not everyone in the Foster family is as patient as I am. If they run into you, they might not be able to stop themselves from giving you a piece of their mind!"
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