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.

“Winona, you aren’t upset with me that I arranged for you to stay here, are you?” Dylan asked somewhat sheepishly, sweeping his gaze over the dilapidated house.

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

chuckled awkwardly, for he understood what Winona meant, her expression making it

reason I did this was just to have you understand that without Mr. Bellamy’s backing, 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

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 doesn’t love you anymore. All these years, Mr.

that I’m heartless, I can hand over the position of the head

at Winona, his eyes brimming with

so he could not possibly have been unworried about his

Ethereal Realm was so vast that finding a single person was like looking for a needle

momentarily lost in thought as she

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

had passed. As Winona listened to Dylan’s words then,

others in the Zeever family. I only ever thought about myself! If we were to speak of

“Dylan, I…”

know what to

have a good talk with him. It’s best to clear the air. To be honest, I know that you can’t let him go either. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been spacing out