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.

that I arranged for you to stay here, are

you accepted me and gave me a roof over my

what Winona meant, her expression

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 been able to support hundreds of people? Ethereal Realm is a society where survival of the fittest prevails. Without Mr. Bellamy, the Zeever family might have been trampled underfoot and devoured by others in Yannopolis long ago. I’m not doing all this for myself

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

this a plea from me-forgive Mr. Bellamy and stay peacefully with him in Yannopolis. If you think that I’m heartless, I can hand over the position of the head of the Zeever family to you, and you can manage

his eyes brimming

had been decades, so he could not possibly have been unworried about

single person was like

herself momentarily lost in thought as she stared

a fit of anger, so she hadn’t considered anyone else, believing that no

of an eye, decades had passed. As Winona listened to Dylan’s words then, a twinge of guilt unexpectedly

thought about myself! If we were to speak

“Dylan, I…”