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He never told me about it. But then again, it's not actually his obligation to tell me about his personal life. We were only married in papers and yet eventually got divorced. "Look, Miss Rae. Don't tell anyone about this, huh? But i know a thing..." The crimson lipped woman which happens to be the head accountant leaned closely to whisper. "Atticus is Lorcan Amadeus' halfbrother, his mother's bastard with another man and only a few know that issue in their family." She winked at me after.

She will spend a minimum of five years in imprisonment and if she’s lucky, she might just get to walk away after that. Turns out she was the illegitimate daughter of Rufus Santoni, someone who had embezzled money from the Toussaint Enterprise many years ago. Well, the apple sure didn’t fall far from the tree. The car stops and I see Atticus walk over and open the door for me before I can. To think once I found him annoying, I now feel like a lucky girl to have a brother like him. “Welcome to our pack, Val,” he says, hugging me.

He had not said what it was for. “To kill someone,” Atticus answered impassively. Lincoln and Rowan were surprised. “Who in Clouspring requires your personal attention?” How could a small place like Clouspring have master-level bigshots? “Clouspring isn’t a famous place, but it’s interesting,” said Atticus. “Titus Wood, Bradley Walton, the extended family of the Wolfenden, and the one I want to kill this time.” Lincoln asked in astonishment, “Bradley Walton… the old patriarch of the Waltons?”

Everyone's gaze went to the man in the wheelchair—it was none other than Atticus, who had been missing for over a month. Joshua quickly approached Atticus after realising this and exclaimed, "Mr. Atticus, how... how is this possible?" Choked with emotion, Joshua couldn't continue and reached out to take Atticus from Atlas's hands. Atticus patted Joshua's arm in a comforting manner before turning to Mia. "Miss Mia, long time no see!" Mia seemed like she was still in shock. Atticus continued, "The documents are fake, but I’m real, aren't I?"

She had crossed a definitive line, assuming that because I was about to enter her family’s sphere, my independent value and self-made power instantly evaporated. “Princess, I will correct your memory on a few facts,” I stated, using her title not as deference but as a measured, precise weapon. “I did not appear in your son’s life seeking a title or a handout. Let me provide the exact details. It was Atticus who hunted me. He pursued me across an entire continent, and when he finally cornered me here in the Royal Kingdom, he physically prevented me from delivering the rejection that would have ended this relationship instantly and permanently. You witnessed the event yourself. You know the tr

There were many humans walking around doing their own thing. The place looked like a peaceful countryside. “We’re here. This is where we live!” the man introduced with a smile. Along the journey, they learned that the man’s name was Atticus. He was the vice-chief of the valley. Everyone greeted him when they entered the valley, though some looked confused at the sight of Adrian’s gang. They were wondering why Atticus had brought these outsiders. But as Atticus was of high status, nobody questioned him, and neither did he explain about Adrian’s gang to anyone.

] Barrett’s voice dripped with malice as he continued, [All we need is a story outrageous enough to make his blood boil, and he’ll handle the rest. Before it even finished, Atticus’s fury exploded. He lunged at Barrett, and delivered a brutal kick. “You ungrateful son!” Barrett’s face turned ashen, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He gasped, “Dad, it’s not true! It’s a lie! That brat faked the recording to deceive you!” “Do you think I can’t tell if it’s real or not?” Atticus roared, his anger uncontrollable. “I may be old, but I’m not senile! You two scoundrels conspired to deceive me!”

When my name was called, I awkwardly looked up. Looking at their eager gazes, I was momentarily at a loss for words. That was right. What did I know about Atticus? I knew that he loved Lisa and what he liked, hated, and even his allergies. Those things of his were like imprints carved into my life, but now I was about to forget him. "I only know some rumors that could be found on the internet, but if you want to hear about it, I can still tell you some." I tried my best to explain as calmly as possible and hid the parts related to me.