Chapter 141

They must have just walked in from their game, probably laughing and talking about their scores, only to walk into this emotional explosion.

They had clearly heard enough of the conversation to understand what Elena had been about to reveal.

The look on their faces was a mixture of shock, anger, and something that looked very much like hate.

Stefan's face had gone completely white, all the color draining from his cheeks like someone had pulled a plug. His hands were gripping his golf club so tightly that his knuckles had turned white too.

Ethan looked like someone had walked up and slapped him across the face as...