"You... You're Braydon?"
When Liam Neal approached, he finally guessed the identity of this young man.
"Fourth Uncle, it's me!" Braydon Neal sniffed.
At this moment, the members of the family finally met after all the years.
Both of them had endless words to say, as if they were stuck in their throats. Liam's eyes turned red, and he opened his arms and hugged Braydon tightly.
The uncle and nephew had too much to say.
"Fourth Uncle, I'll explain it to you later. Let's heal your injury first!" Braydon said softly.
"Young man, the old illness in his body isn't a flesh wound!" Director Quigley was a little displeased.
So many specialists and famous doctors were helpless, but Braydon, a young man at the age of his youth, was here boasting shamelessly, leaving them with no face.
