Agent A was in paleness and flushes.
"Maybe your brother has his set of troubles. If you weren't constantly at odds with him, why would he be so guarded around you,
unwilling to face you openly?"
Skyler spoke with a straight face, "I'm not opposing him. | walk the path of righteousness, and he skulks in the shadows. Good and
evil can never coexist."
The light of righteousness shone upon the earth.
Agent A was speechless. "What's right and wrong? Five thousand years of human history haven't clarified these questions. It's all
about the victors and the vanquished."
"Harming your flesh and blood and your brother is wrong," Skyler declared.
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Agent A snorted. "Ancient monarchs killed their wives, children, and fathers. Brother turned against brother, and yet they're still
praised through the ages. History is written by the victors."
Skyler blinked, "Raines, why do you always take Geoffrey's side? He's the one who poisoned you. Do you condone his actions?"
Agent A gave him an exasperated look.
"Don't think I'm unaware. Geoffrey was just the fall guy, taking the heat for Fredric and Leopold. The ones who poisonedwere
them."
Skyler puffed up his cheeks. "That's too much. Fredric and Leopold have been so good to you, even working on an antidote, and
you suspect them? That's like biting the hand that feeds you. I'm going to tell them not to bother with the antidote anymore."
Agent A was fuming. "You're just here to rileup, aren't you?"
Skyler leaned in close with a mischievous grin. "lI cto check on you and shoot the breeze. You're starting to act just like
Geoffrey, quick to anger."
Agent A felt uncomfortable under his gaze. "I'm going to sleep. | don't want to deal with you anymore. Just go."
Skyler pulled a face. "You've been poisoned for days now, how cthe antidote isn't ready? When | get back, I'll hurry them
along. If you don't get that antidote in two weeks, you'll be paralyzed for good."
He turned and walked out, leaving Agent A with a seething heart.
Leopold chearly today, playing baseball with the kids in the yard.
Seeing William and Leopold enjoying themselves, Aurelia took the opportunity to pull William aside during a break.
"William, are you having fun with Leopold?"
"It's okay, | guess. Uncle Leopold can't play baseball as well as Dad." William shrugged. Arnold had been overseas filming and
wouldn't be back until next month, so William was spending his winter break at the Stirling Mansion.
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Aurelia pinched his cheek gently, "That's not true. Uncle Leopold plays very well too. Don't be too hard on him. After all, he's your
real father."
William quickly covered her mouth, "Mommy, keep it down. Don't let others hear you. The Stirling Mansion is full of people."
Aurelia held his hand. "One day, you'll have to accept him as your father."
She wanted to prepare her son mentally. The longer they delayed, the harder it would be for Leopold to deal with.
William pouted, "Mommy, why are you bringing this up again? Didn't we agree that | would decide?"
"William," Aurelia wrapped her arms around his shoulders, "I hope you can becLiam again. | believe Arnold will agree with my
decision."
William's cheeks bulged with frustration. "Dad will agree because he never refuses anything you ask. But | know it'll hurt him. He
loves you so much. Don't you care about his feelings?"
His string of questions carried a hint of accusation. "Don't forget our lives were saved by Dad."