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 his gaze

me a roof over my head,” Winona replied, her

chuckled awkwardly, for he understood what Winona meant,

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 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

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

that I’m heartless, I can hand over

Winona, his eyes brimming with

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

single person was like looking for

thought as she

then, she ran away from home in a fit of anger, so she hadn’t considered anyone else, believing that no

As Winona listened to Dylan’s words then,

the Zeever family. I only ever thought about myself! If we were to speak of being selfish, perhaps I’d

“Dylan, I…”