Between Rosanna and Eleanor, Leviathan could only give him one. Just from those words, Montana pretty much knew that his auntie was never to be returned to him. Leviathan had no more use for Rosanna; as for Eleanor, she could have been his prize.
Montana glanced at the black van and pursed his lips for a few seconds. He then answered, "Is Auntie doing well? She's already old and fragile; don't make things really hard for her now. As for returning Rosanna and the children, why are you doing it now?"
The reptile's brows raised. "How did you guess correctly? Did the size of the van give it away?" He then laughed out with shrieks. "Doesn't matter. I only kept them to avoid the rising. Though, of course, I almost lost them as well. Eleanor told me to return them now so I'm just doing what she asked of me…
