"Alright, but I have one request, I hope you can promise me."
"You can tell me," Amalia said reservedly.
"Don't go looking for Bernando Houssay."
At this, Amalia couldn't help but lock eyes with him.
"Grandfather is serious. Your grand uncle will handle the matter about Bernando Houssay. Regardless of your thoughts, I hope that if you ever have the idea, you'll snuff it out immediately."
Fernando Yoder's expression was extremely solemn.
Amalia secretly wondered if it was indeed the ties of blood at work here.
After chatting with Fernando Yoder for so long, she had vaguely entertained the idea that if there was a chance, she might help look for Bernando Houssay.
She hadn't expected that Fernando Yoder's intuition to be so keen, and she looked at him with a complex expression.
