Yvonne sat opposite Mark and cut to the chase. "You hate me because I'm from the Miller family?"

"That's right," Mark replied honestly.

"That bastard died too early, so I can only settle the score with you. I want all the things the Miller family owes me and my mother. Is there a problem?"

"You …" Yvonne hesitated. She furrowed her brows and looked at Mark for a while.

"What did Jennifer say to you back then?"

Mark snickered. "Didn't Lexi tell you? Don't you know how that bastard treated my mother?"

Right at this moment, the server served Mark a cup of tea. He accepted the tea and leaned back, looking at Yvonne.

"He was the one who kicked my mother and me to the border. He wanted us to die on the way there. To him, we were just a smear on his perfect left. We were trash he didn't want to see."

Mark sneered. "Too bad, things didn't go as he planned."

All these years, he had only survived due to the painful memories from when he was young.

Even up until that point, he could