Chapter 141 The Old Bastard, Your Opponent Is Me!

Falcona suddenly understood everything that Ulysses had been through. Imagine an carefree young boy seeing the heartbreaking truth at the age of ten, running to question his father, only to have his hand pierced by a silver chain, locked in a lightless underground cellar... She hated the mastermind behind all this, and she felt even more heartbroken for his suffering! Falcona tenderly hugged the trembling Ulysses. In this moment, he wasn't the elite businessman or the son of the fierce leader of the Borris werewolves. He was just a fragile child who had lost his mother. Ulysses, leaning on her as if finding a safe harbor, completely let go of his composure. Tears gradually wet Falcona's clothes: "Fal, sometimes I really want to kill him, but then I would never know where my mother is." "Do you know how long I've endured this? I've endured that bastard, day after day, calling him father, showing respect to him, all just to one day find my mother and set her free!" But