On the road north to the Imperial City, Griffith Squire had envisioned many possibilities. What if Leah didn't believe him? He had brought Uncle Hao along and even carried the results of the sibling DNA test. But upon entering, he simply said he was her brother, and she broke down in tears, believing him.
The hardships and sufferings of the past decade suddenly felt worth it to Griffith Squire.
Crystal Landon gazed at his handsome but sinister face, reached out to pull apart the t-shirt underneath his white coat, and saw a bandage on his chest, stained with hints of blood. Her eyes reddened again. She wasn't a fool; Uncle Hao had been by her side for five or six years, and he had even used Eamon Turner, who was such a deeply buried mole. For him to be so badly injured yet come to the Imperial City to see her, coupled with their similar appearance, who else would go to such lengths if not a real relative?
