Keith thought for a moment before replying, “Well, you could act like we never told you anything today. Pretend you don’t know the truth.”
Hannah’s eyebrows lifted. “Why?”
“We came to bring you back to see Dad. If he finds out you know who you are but don’t want to come, we might get in trouble.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t say a word to anyone.” Getting up, Hannah said, “Honestly, I couldn’t care less about my identity or yours. I’ll keep quiet about what I know.”
Hearing this, they were extremely disappointed.
“We have no ill intentions. We hope you’ll go back and see Dad. It’s just…”
Hannah interrupted Keith and said, “I get it. I know what it cost you to be the adopted son of my biological father. I’ve heard enough stories about my parents since I was little. If I believe you so easily, it’d show I’m pretty foolish.”
Keith stood up, trying to reassure Hannah. “I’m not lying to you.”
Trent chimed in, his eyes grim, “She’s not going to believe it. No point in talking more.”
Hannah agreed, “Exactly. The Garza family, the Moore family, your Compton family, and even the White family, none of them have told me the truth. Honestly, I don’t really care who my real dad is. You don’t need to convince me to go see this so-called father in Newfort.”
Hannah glanced at her phone and remarked, “It’s getting late, and I’ll be leaving the country in a few days. Please, don’t bother Grace while I’m gone.”
“Don’t worry. You’re our main focus. We won’t bother anyone close to you,”
Trent promised her.
It was evident that he was telling the truth. Hannah looked down and said firmly, “You better stick to that promise.”
As she turned to leave, Keith halted her. “Since you’ll be in Newfort soon, what about our deal with the White family?”
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“My cousin Edwin will handle it,” Hannah responded confidently. “He’s very capable. The partnership between the Compton family and White families will be fine without me.”
After Hannah left, Trent and Keith sat back down.
“She’s very cautious. She doesn’t trust us, despite what we said,” Keith remarked.
Taking out his phone, Trent said with a smirk, “If she had believed us, I’d have been suspicious of her.”
“She’s too cautious to believe our story that easily,” Keith agreed. “She’s sought after by strong local forces and now she’s heading overseas. Tracking her down won’t be easy.”
“We still have Jarvis Ortega abroad, and she’s heading to Newfort, where we have influence. We can keep an eye on her no matter where she goes.” Trent then made a call and said, “I’ll talk to Dad.”
Meanwhile, in the Pinellia Manor of Crystalwater District, Lightby City, Newfort, a man dressed in a suit stood. Age had refined his features, giving him a mature, timeless charm.
His deep-set eyes radiated anger, yet his handsome face remained expressionless.
Below him, the white carpet of the hall was slowly being stained with blood.