As soon as these words were spoken, Eve Thompson raised her head, her piercing phoenix-like eyes glinting with amusement as she looked at Elder Sharman and said, "No. This is my family."
She reached out her hand, ruffling Carlos's hair. "This is my son. You should know him well, Elder, after all, back then you almost tried to make a duplicate of him."
Eve had always been blunt with her words, especially toward Elder Sharman, to whom she didn't even bother showing politeness.
If it weren't for Irvin Sharman's sake, she wouldn't even have prepared a place for them to stay this time.
Seeing how straightforward she was, Elder Sharman awkwardly chuckled.
Carlos shot them a few glances and, without saying a word, followed Barbara out.
Elder Sharman coughed and began speaking, "Where is Elder Tonkin's gravestone? I should pay my respects first."
Elder Tonkin and Elder Sharman were classmates back in their glory days. Even until their separation, the two held an unbroken friendship.
