Chapter 167 The Killer Was His Friend

"Why didn't you live with us in the old house?" Elias asked. The innocence in his tone made the question cut deeper than a knife. "Marcus said you are my dad. Dads live in the same house."

Tristan swallowed hard. His jaw tightened. He could have lied. He could have spun a story about work, or trave...

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