Morris Jackson tugged at his lips and said indifferently, "I don't plan to take you with me."
The smirk at the corner of Erwin Jackson's mouth stiffened a little.
"Uncle, what do you mean by that?" Erwin asked.
Morris maintained his demeanor of strategizing and said coldly, "Is it that hard to understand?"
Erwin:"..."
He understood.
He probably didn't want to understand subconsciously.
It meant that his uncle would personally take Lyra Smith to Topsy City, and he couldn't go with her...
Erwin felt somewhat disheartened.
But he tried not to show his emotions on his face, composed himself, and asked, "Uncle, I just want to know, is it true that Lyra came to the old house when she was only eleven or twelve years old?"
Morris looked at Erwin.
The oppressive gaze made Erwin's heart clench.
Then he heard his uncle say:
"Yes."
Erwin furrowed his eyebrows, "Then she..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Morris interrupted and warned Erwin, "Remember, she's your aunt."
