"Children, there is too much bloodshed and turmoil in this, you really... shouldn't delve into it anymore."
The old butler sighed sadly.
His words were filled with pain, regret, and sorrow.
Selena Kensington paused the hand holding the iron box, her gaze resolute as she looked at the old butler.
"Old butler, even if we don't pursue it, one day, those people will still come looking for us."
Hugh Kensington echoed, "Exactly, we're just seeking a way to protect ourselves."
Upon hearing this, the old butler couldn't persuade them anymore.
After all, it was their choice.
He began to speak of past events.
"The specifics I'm not clear about, this was handed to me by your father back then, saying that when you grew up and found me, I should give these to you."
"I never opened the things inside; perhaps it's a clue related to your father's origins."
Selena Kensington spoke up, "Old butler, I heard you used to be my dad's neighbor?"
