I’m Someone Else

Taylor really gave Quincy a good one. Not only did he tell the doctor how Thomas left Green Lake Manor in a bloodbath and that he also battered the Hinds, but he even mentioned what the Hinds did to the ashes of Chloe’s mother.

Quincy hit the roof after receiving the news and immediately gathered the three families and rushed to Hind Residence, providing Thomas additional support.

So be it that the three families wanted to bully Thomas, but who the heck are they to lay their hands on the deceased?! Do none of them know to respect the dead?! Just how f*cking more shameless could they get?!

Thomas was the one who screwed with you guys, but you went to seek revenge against his foster sister when you dared not go after him. Then, when you realize you can’t harm the young woman the slightest, you decide to desecrate her mother’s ashes?! I swear the Hinds are the epitome of shamelessness!

Ignatius greeted the crowd and said, “Mr. Morton, Mr. Peralta, Mr. Elliott, Dr. Hofstead, what brings all of you here?”

“Elder Ignatius.” Quincy went up to the martial arts expert after taking a gander at him. “Is it necessary to fake it when it has already come to this? Do you really not know what brought us here? You intend to use numbers to bully the few, don’t you? Very well, since you’re in such a mood, I shall fight you!”

With that, the doctor rolled up his sleeves and beckoned to Ignatius. He had already made up his mind long before showing up at the mansion. It was time for him to express his stance and side. It didn’t matter to him even if he had to make public enemies of the Yam, Hind, and Xalmar Families for Thomas. Since they had no shame, there was no need for him to show them mercy either. At worst, it’d turn into a death match!

Um… Ignatius was rendered at a loss for words. He could step aside for good now that Quincy had put it that way, lest he wanted to offend Quincy, a revered figure, for good.

arts accomplishments were far inferior to Ignatius’. Still, he’d be crazy to fight

and Elliotts were present, and these families weren’t

right. We, the Mortons, don’t mind fighting

Peralta

“And us, the Elliotts!”

and stood beside Quincy, boring icily into Ignatius. Their demeanor illustrated their determination

that Thomas was, at best, a nobody, but little did he think so many people would stand by him. What kind of freak

Sh*t! It’s over! We can’t

Yams, not to mention when there was also the

you f*cking bully Thomas?! Do you really think we’re pushovers?! You *ssholes, what did Chloe’s mother ever do to you that you can’t even let her die in peace?! Are you people even human?! I swear I will fight you b*stards if you don’t hand over the ashes!” Sean roared, infuriated

grandfather wanted to resolve it peacefully. He would pursue the Hinds to the end. If

dare you bully Thomas?! I will f*cking kill you! You want to fight in numbers, eh? Come on, let’s see who’s

She blinked her eyes as if they could speak, checking out the inside of the mansion the whole time as a

certainly injured Blake as well. Bartholomew was also looking wan. Clearly, he had

is Thomas even human?! He’s practically a monster! Not only did he single-handedly confront three of the Six Greatest Families, but he could even bring them substantial damage! This is crazy! No wonder Grandpa told me not to ask Thomas for money, giving him all those precious medicinal herbs for nothing! He must’ve known all along that