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?”

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

he understood what Winona meant, her expression

it wouldn’t take long 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 been able to support hundreds of people? Ethereal Realm is

him? If a man were to make a minor mistake, it’d still be

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 the

looked at Winona, his eyes brimming with

decades, so he could not possibly have

that finding a single person was like looking for a needle in

momentarily lost in thought as she stared

so she hadn’t considered anyone else,

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

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

“Dylan, I…”