Michael let out a sigh. “It’s exactly what you’re thinking. This is tough for me too. Justin and my sister still have no clue. We’ll see how things go once Hope and I have found him.”

He often went between calling Hope by his real name and ‘Quinton’. In more public settings, he called him Quinton, but in private conversations, he still called him Hope.

Perhaps, Michael already saw him as part of the Fletchers.

He had inherited all of their father’s fortune. It was a shame!

If they had known about his existence decades ago, they would have found him at any cost and raised him in the Fletcher Family. In that case, they would not be in this situation today.

When the plane landed, the group of people got off and headed to their destination.

The object Blade had in his hand was a photograph; a blood-stained photograph that he carried with him all the time.

At the moment of his death, he struggled to take the photograph out of his bag and held it tightly in his hand as though he wanted other people to see it.

Moreover, the people who were at the scene were the Fletchers.

He wanted the Fletchers to see it.

 

There was an address on the back of the photograph which was in the city they had traveled to this time.

Very quickly, they found the location. It was a serene small town in the suburbs. There were multiple detached houses aligned in a neat row and a carpet of green grass that covered the ground. Occasionally, people walking their dogs would pass by. It looked like a pleasant neighborhood where people were simple and sincere, and it was essentially crime-free.

 

With that photograph in hand, they went up and knocked on the door of the house indicated in the address.

“Excuse me. Do you know the child in this photo?” Quinton asked politely.

The door opened to reveal a married couple and two lively kids inside the house. The man took the photograph in Quinton’s hand and had a look at it.

In the photograph were a Caucasian boy and an Asian girl who was also holding a blonde, mixed-race baby girl in her arms.

the two people were Blade and Katrina. Aside from falling in love with each other, they also

Blade chose to leave the assassination industry, but little did

want their child to follow in their footsteps, so they secretly

on his deathbed and Katrina was not going to show up anymore. Hence, before he died, he pulled out the photograph with the written address in hopes that

the house, she noticed the family portrait in the hall and caught sight of the blonde mixed-race girl who was around six to seven years of age. She had

and Katrina’s

and torn over the child’s existence for he still did not

 That his wife had a

accept it, Michael, as an uncle, could not walk away from it. She was part

with outsiders

also aware of the child’s existence and had urged him to take the child back so

at the mention of the child, the owner of the house revealed that she had

prior, a group of people just barged in and took

it was still not solved to this day. No one

everything. He was exasperated. “Oh no! Those people must have found out about the child and took her

Sophia pressed, “Those people?”

feeling that things were

out there who deliberately abduct children like her

understood what

Quinton got sent to the Phantom Wolf and trained

especially in favor as they generally had good roots. There were people who ruthlessly abducted these children and chose to either raise the child on their own or sell the child to other killer organizations. These children only had

hell

she urged, “Let’s find the

by. Who knew where this child was or what

The reason he hesitated

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