A Man Like None Other

There was no way Winona could possibly sever ties now with the Zeever family right then.

Devastated, she had left the Zeever residence in a fit of rage and journeyed to Imperial Fox City in the central region, where she remained for several decades.

If it hadn’t been for the Foster family’s siege of Imperial Fox City, she probably would have never returned in her lifetime.

Creak!

The door to her room was pushed open.

At that moment, Winona was holding a white handkerchief. Upon seeing that someone had come, she quickly hid it.

When she saw that it was her brother, Dylan, her face went as black as thunder.

She knew that in his eyes, there was only interest and no familial ties.

you aren’t upset with me that I arranged for you to stay here,

grateful that you accepted me and gave me a roof over my head,” Winona replied, her face devoid

chuckled awkwardly, for he understood what Winona meant,

for the Zeever family to fall to shambles. I know you’re cursing me in your heart, accusing me of disregarding our familial ties, condemning me for only caring about interest. But who understands me? How could the Zeever family, consisting of hundreds of members, have possibly become one of the four great families in this small city of Yannopolis without anyone backing us up? Our ancestors didn’t leave us any advanced medical skills or superb alchemy. If I were to rely on myself, would I have

decent person. His character isn’t bad either. If you were to ask around in Yannopolis, who wouldn’t speak highly of him? If a man were to make a minor mistake, it’d still be forgivable. That’s just his impulsiveness and nature. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you anymore. All these years, Mr. Bellamy is still helping the Zeever family. Why do

hand over the position of the head

Winona, his eyes brimming

not possibly

single person was like looking for a needle

momentarily lost in thought

fit of anger, so she hadn’t considered anyone else, believing that no one in the Zeever family

As Winona listened to

thought about myself! If we were to speak of being selfish, perhaps I’d been the selfish

“Dylan, I…”