227 Backstabbing the Uncle, Have to Play Along with a Smile (2 more updates)

The deep autumn sunlight should have felt warm on his skin, but Finn Hale only felt ice-cold, as if he were in the polar ice fields, with the chill wind whistling and seeping into his body.

Only his fiercely beating heart reminded him:

He was alive!

A few short seconds felt as long as years.

When his gaze met William Hale's, his dear nephew even gave him a smile.

As if to say:

Uncle Finn, surprised? Hold steady!

In that moment, it was as if someone held a sledgehammer over his heart and smashed it down with force.

Even breathing felt difficult.

Because he had been backstabbed by his favorite nephew!

Such a big issue, and he kept silent about it. Well done, William Hale. I treated you like my own nephew, and this is how you repay your uncle?

Very good indeed!