Chapter 125 Bitter Reality

• His voice broke on the last words, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his fury, his pain. The fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever before, a promise of vengeance that would not go unfulfilled.
• I squinted at him, my tone softer but still firm as I offered, "If you want, I could ask my friend to track your siblings' bodies... and maybe even yours?" I knew I was treading dangerous ground, but I had come to understand his anger and hatred far better now. It ran deep, laced with sorrow and betrayal.
• He let out a bitter chuckle, his eyes glinting with disbelief. “Impossible,” he scoffed, shaking his head. "To track a relative, you need their blood. I don’t even have a hold over my own body, let alone access to its blood!" He leaned back, resting his head against the wall, his expression worn, resigned.