It's not forgetting, it's that there's no necessity.
A lot of revenge won't bring peace to the dead, but will instead bring pain to the living.
Charles Mcintosh rubbed his forehead, his head was aching, yet he remained sufficiently clear-headed.
This place is not far from the riverside; soon, it will be a bloody battle.
On the way, Charles Mcintosh made a call to Tomer.
Tomer answered with a tremble.
"Tomer, how many people did Spencer Childe bring?" Charles Mcintosh's tone carried oppression.
Tomer knew this couldn't be hidden, and truthfully said, "Five cars, I, I'm not quite sure about the exact number."
"Are they all his bodyguards?"
"Yes, ah, no, there's also Lana..."
"Lana? Lana Fern? She's here too?"
"Yes, yes, she came with Elder Childe."
Charles Mcintosh's eyes darkened, it seems, Spencer Childe found Jasmine Yale, and Lana Fern played a significant role in it.
"Do you have anything else you're hiding from me?" Charles Mcintosh asked.
