Bronte said, “Remember, you are my Bronte’s son. You will always be. Even if you die, you will still be a member of the Bronte family.”
Little Lucifer lowered his head slightly and nodded.
Maybe it was because the wounds on his body were too painful, or maybe it was because Little Lucifer’s obedience pleased him. Bronte snorted and hurriedly left with his men.
However, his confidant lowered his head and looked at the child, wanting to say something but hesitating.
Was this child too obedient to be a little strange?
However, it could also be that he was scared. After all, there were so many dead people and such a big fire.
Even an adult might be scared to death when they saw such a scene, let alone an eight-year-old child.
This man thought that Bronte didn’t have a son until now, and this child in front of him was Bronte’s only son. Maybe he would get the title of nobility in the future..
