Chapter 1123 No Memorial Hall

Logan muttered, "Why didn't I think of this before? I'm supposed to be the most sensitive to this stuff. "I feel so stupid, making Grandpa suffer for so long. I'm really stupid. I should've just thrown my brain away." He tightened his grip on Wynter's hand. "Wynter, don't go to the Fenton residence. Come to my house first." As he spoke, the faces around the dining table showed varied expressions. Albert and Tobias exchanged a glance, then frowned. According to Logan's account, Clyde had been drinking that herbal remedy all along. This so-called herbal remedy was none other than blood soup. If he had been consuming it since before Logan started middle school, it meant this had been going on for years. In other words, had the kind Clyde who used to appear in front of them for all these years now been possessed? Had not one of them noticed after so many years? The other party must have behaved exactly like Clyde to deceive everyone for so long. But whether in private or in public