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.

I arranged for you to stay here, are you?” Dylan asked somewhat sheepishly, sweeping

I’m already grateful that you accepted me and gave me a roof over my

Winona meant, her expression making it more

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

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

heartless, I can hand over the position of the head of the Zeever family to

at Winona, his eyes brimming with

not possibly have been unworried about his

so vast that finding a single person was like looking for

in thought as she

away from home in a fit of anger, so she hadn’t considered anyone else, believing that

listened to Dylan’s words then, a twinge of guilt unexpectedly

ever thought about myself! If we were to

“Dylan, I…”