"Do you think he has a chance?" Richard asked his sister, Lisa, with a stern scowl – his youngest son had lost to a peasant, bastard child. The man was seething inside.
Though, Richard had known his sister to be the shrewdest when it came to scheming.
She pursed her full lips and lightly bit down on them – her green irises staring out the window and at Liam.
With a severe tone, Lisa spoke:
"I hate to admit it, but he's grown incredibly powerful over time. Even though my nephew and niece constantly harassed them… the boy barely sleeps."
Adrian quietly listened from the side. His face was grave, sweat dripping over his brow.
"We'll see," Lisa said after a tense pause, before her face grew cold. "If it comes to it… we can do something."
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Liam stood opposite to Jacob, blades relaxed parallel to his sides.
Meanwhile, Jacob's stance was tense, the shaft of his spear slick with sweat.
