"Including the truth about my parents' death?"
Wen Xin looked at Butler Wen and scoffed coldly; she had already guessed what he wanted to say.
Butler Wen stiffened upon hearing Wen Xin's words, looking at her somewhat shocked, as if he hadn't expected her to have truly guessed what had happened in the past.
Wen Xin leaned casually on the sofa, her gaze cold as she looked at Butler Wen as though she were looking at a dead man.
"Uncle Butler, if I am not mistaken, Aiden is supposed to be your so-called nephew, right? Or perhaps another term would be more appropriate—Aiden is actually your brother, isn't he?"
As soon as Wen Xin spoke, Aiden instinctively stepped back; he never imagined that Wen Xin would even know about this.
