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.

and gave me a roof

what Winona meant, her expression making it more

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 a society where survival of the fittest prevails. Without Mr. Bellamy, the Zeever family might have been trampled underfoot and devoured by others in Yannopolis long ago. I’m not doing all this for myself but for the hundreds of people

wouldn’t speak highly of him? If 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. Bellamy is still helping the Zeever family. Why do you think he’s doing

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 hundreds of members

looked at Winona, his eyes brimming with

decades, so he could not

finding a single person was like looking for a needle in

momentarily lost in thought

she ran away from home in a fit of anger, so she hadn’t

listened to

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

“Dylan, I…”

know what

To be honest, I know that you can’t let him go either. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been spacing out alone with that handkerchief in hand,” Dylan said with a