Chapter 1510

Gaspard glared at his son fiercely before striding boldly into the dilapidated house. A musty scent hit them as they entered. Suppressing the urge to retch, Gaspard looked compassionately at the elderly man who was sitting on the couch and holding a child. "Sir, how can you live in such conditions? My son is this year's most distinguished philanthropist in Jonford. I’ll make sure he allocates a poverty relief fund for you!" These words were intended for Hera and Nash, who were sitting on another couch. He seemed genuinely concerned, even going so far as to bite his tongue to force tears to his eyes. Then, he turned to Hera and Nash, greeting, "Ms. Lewis, Mr. Calcraft.” He would not have shown such respect if Hera were alone. However, Nash was also here, and he was the powerhouse behind Hera's current status. Word had it that Nash had been absent from Jonford for a while because the city could no longer contain such a significant figure. His influence spanned both sides of the law