"Mr. Carlos, are you offering to pay to provide care?"

Despite Carlos' gesture, Sexton didn't have the guts to let him do that.

"Yes!" Carlos replied.

"Mr. Carlos... you...you must be kidding." Yet Sexton wasn't laughing.

He was too intimidated to fake a smile.

Carlos poured a glass of liquor for them both and said casually, "As a father, I understand you, Mr. Sexton. I have a son too."

Sexton felt a little relieved and assumed a sad tone.

"Mr. Carlos, thank you very much for understanding. After Richard's death, Roscoe means everything to me!"

But Carlos ignored his words. Twirling the liquor in his glass, he said in a flat tone, "I Love my daughters. Your son insulted Evelyn. I was going to have my team of Lawyers file charges against him. But I backed off for Richard's sake. But I can damage Roscoe's reputation."

Sexton's mood fluctuated as if it were riding a rollercoaster.

“Really,

Mr. Carlos? And where is this consideration of Richard, now?" Sexton demanded of Carlos angrily.

A dash of displeasure flashed through Carlos' eyes.

"I have been tolerant of Roscoe. We've known each other for years. If it were anyone else who did this to my daughter, I would've put him behind bars without hesitation. I would make sure he lost everything."

Sexton gleaned Carlos’ threat and warning from his words.

He didn't want to go down this road, but he could do nothing about it.

He knew Carlos meant business.

Whoever threatened Carlos’ family ended up disgraced, broke, or dead.

Thinking of this, Sexton conceded.

“Mr. Carlos, all I ask is an apology from Sheffield. After all, he hit my son. Is that too much to ask?"

“How will you get him to apologize? Mr. Sexton, please think about it like this. If it were your own daughter, how would you feel? Wouldn't you want to beat him to death? Sheffield did something I would have done. Are you saying I should apologize to Roscoe?"

“No, no. Mr. Carlos..."

“If that's what you want, I can!" Carlos was sure that Sexton didn't have the nerve to ask him to do it even if he offered.

A cold sweat broke out on Sexton's forehead. He sighed heavily.

“Mr.