Hunter could not fall asleep before receiving an update.

He honestly did not like Caroline. He despised her from the bottom of his heart.

Nevertheless, he still felt a hint of sadness when his sons were going to kill her.

After all, she was his daughter with his blood running in her.

“Carol…”

Hunter murmured, “You should blame yourself. Your brothers couldn’t tolerate you anymore because you went overboard. You brought this upon yourself.

“When everything’s over, I’ll place flowers on your and Belinda’s graves.

“I hope you’re doing well in the afterlife. Just don’t come to me in my dreams too often.

“I’m old and easily frightened. I might have a mental breakdown if you torture me in my dreams.”

“What did you say, Mr. Clark?” Hunter’s housekeeper asked.

Hunter immediately picked up his spoon. He replied, “I was sending my son a voice message. I wasn’t talking to you. You can go on with your work.”

The housekeeper nodded.

She looked from the entrance of the dining area