Don Arm froze in midair as he was about to punch Ava in the face. Remembering Ava's good deed, his hand fell.

"My goodness! My life is a story to them." Don whispers to himself with a storm of sadness over his head.

He pushed Ava aside and ran out of the mansion.

"Don, I'm so sorry!" Ava yelled at Don, but he ignored her and walked carelessly out of the mansion.

Don doesn't care about his life anymore, he's so heartbroken. Don wouldn't have been so angry if the child wasn't from her family. God knows when his smoking rage will be concentrated. How would he live with this...