“Timothea, don’t listen to his nonsense. This bitch is deliberately trying to sow discord among us. Get him out!”

Timothea, who always doted on Elmer, now remained motionless.

She patted Elmer’s back gently.

“Don’t worry. I want to see what he’s up to. Harper, just say what you want to say.”

Harper sneered, his eyes fixed coldly on the man in her arms. “Elmer, do you dare tell Timothea where Bond is and whether he’s alive or dead? And who was the person who donated bone marrow to Timothea?”