Karl felt his knees suddenly go weak. It was as if Friedrich was the one standing in front of him, with his face filled with grief, begging him to stop.
Karl had lived with this hatred and malice for more than 30 years. He had even forgotten who he really was and lived with a new identity. He had even forgotten that his real name was Charles, not Karl.
He had lived as another person for a long time. He did everything for the sake of revenge that was rooted deep inside his heart.
And now … the only person that became the reason he kept going on with his revenge had asked him to stop?
Then, what else was he living for?
Ren seemed to be able to read Karl's mind and he took a deep breath.
"Uncle ... you still have a long life ahead of you. You can still start over. Go somewhere far and disappear," he whispered.
