I Am Unstoppable

“This is a photograph of your mother. She was very beautiful when she was young,” Vernon said while handing Jonathan an old photograph.

As Jonathan took the photograph over and looked at it, he saw a young woman about the age of seventeen or eighteen.

She had a very pretty face and was wearing a red dress. With her hair tied in twin braids, she looked like a girl from the countryside.

Jonathan found himself getting mesmerized by her beauty as he stared blankly at the photograph.

Mabel, too, couldn't help but gasp in awe when she saw the photograph from the side. Fate sure works in mysterious yet wonderful ways!

“Where was my mother buried?” Jonathan asked while carefully keeping the old photograph.

“On the hill in the back,” Vernon replied.

“I would like to go pay my respects, Master,” Jonathan said with a sob.

Vernon nodded. “As you should. Let's get going, then.”

They then left the house and made their way up the hill.

At the top of the hill was a grassy plain that brought about a floral fragrance when the wind blew past it.

The golden rays of the evening sun only made the scenery all the more beautiful.

As most of the villagers would bury their dead atop the hill, there were many tombstones up there.

Vernon then led Jonathan and Mabel in front of a grave that had been kept clean and tidy.

“Why isn't there a tombstone here?” Jonathan asked in confusion.

not entitled to have a tombstone. Only those with lots of children were allowed to have tombstones.

Jonathan nodded in acknowledgment and knelt on the ground to pay

is here to

Mabel returned to the house with

a few stars slowly appeared in

forming on the branches and leaves of the

rather cold in Horbah during

up later that night and invited Jonathan

turn his kind offer down, so he brought Jonathan

living all by himself, so there was only so much he could manage for dinner. After gathering some fresh vegetables from his farm, he

fine dining, the food smelled great and tasted amazing. As the vegetables were picked directly from a farm, they

bottle of wine in

the wine filled the entire house

to welcome our guests with fine wine when our daughters get married. That tradition is no longer in practice, though. My partner passed away five years ago, and my two sons have moved to the city. They would only come home once a year, so

raising a toast and taking a sip of the wine, Jonathan asked Vernon with a heavy feeling in his heart, “Master, could you tell

sigh as he replied, “I never told you about this before because I didn't want you to suffer. Now that you've come all the way here seeking the truth, I suppose I have no reason to hide it from you any longer. Honestly, I was really surprised when I saw your cultivation

quiet as he listened

to settle down in Dellmoor, but she was too inexperienced and naïve. On top of that, she was also really beautiful. While working in a restaurant, she was harassed by a bunch of thugs. Your father, Tristan Cadman, happened to be passing by at the time. It was snowing heavily during the winter, so he was wearing a stylish black coat when he saved your mother. Back then, Tristan was a handsome and prideful young man. Thanks to his charming appearance and charisma, he easily won the hearts of countless women. Naturally, your mother was no exception. She fell in love with Tristan at first sight. Little did she know, that was actually the beginning of her tragedy.

to find out that his mentor used to work as a

if she had chosen me instead, but she

out that she was pregnant with you. Even then, she didn't hate your father one bit. She returned to the village with

woman and loved Tristan very much. A year later, she, too, became pregnant. However, Evelyna somehow found out about your mother during her pregnancy. Evelyna got so mad when she knew that your

that it was either your life or hers. Your mother was petrified. I begged Tristan to spare her life, but he refused to listen and ended up killing her before my eyes. I hated myself to death when I watched your mother die. I felt unworthy of calling myself a man. I had loved your mother for two long years, and yet, I had never done a single thing for her. Had I been more

with rage and hatred after he heard all

done nothing to wrong him! Why was he so cruel to us? Were

and Kale were completely dumbfounded when they heard

I didn't dare tell you about your background because I felt it was too cruel to do so. Besides, you would only

as he said, “I won't kill Tristan, but I will someday make him kneel before my mother's grave and

hated Tristan to