It had been long since his hands had been stained with blood. So long that he nearly believed he was educated.

According to Quinton, if he successfully lured the imposter, the only thing that awaited it was death.

Quinton was finally relieved and engaged in the delight of reconnecting with Renee after he was done dealing with the troubles that had accumulated at Carmine Pawnshop over the years.

�What do you like to eat, Renee? I�ll cook you something. We should rejoice in our reunion as brother and sister.� He pulled up his sleeves and inquired sweetly.

�How good are your cooking skills?�

She was a bit taken aback. She had no idea the nasty and cold-blooded Night Demon could cook, and this was something he and the imposter shared in common.

Quinton donned an apron and went to work in the kitchen. He grinned pleasantly and responded, "I�m not the best cook out there. It�s simply that I am mature at a young age. Therefore, I�m accustomed to performing duties like purchasing groceries, cooking, and washing clothes."

Renee leaned against the wall, staring at the busy but organized man as she wondered how many dinners he must've prepared to be this acquainted with cooking.

"Quinton, could you tell me how you survived all these years?" she asked, phrasing her words carefully, afraid that her question might trigger his pain.

The knife in his hand stopped chopping the vegetable, and he pursed his lips without uttering anything.

"If it�s uncomfortable telling me, then you don�t have to. After all, that was in the past, and it doesn�t matter anymore. What matters is the future!"

She could feel that his mood had soured and swiftly shifted the topic.

"It's fine..."

He smiled faintly at her and resumed cutting as he said casually, "I don't tell many people of my past . To be more accurate, I've never told anyone about my past. But you're unique. You're my sister. If you want to know, I'll tell you everything."

"Okay. I'm listening." She bowed her head and was prepared to hear him out. She understood that this would be a long and miserable story.

"I grew up in a small fishing village in Beach City. My adoptive parents are too good fishermen. I have an incompetent older brother and an obedient little sister at home. I knew I was adopted since I was a child because my clothes were always ripped. They were passed down after their original owners decided to discard them. The meals I had were the leftovers that my brother and sister left. After I graduated high school, I was compelled to abandon my studies. Do you know I got first place out of all students in the exam? I could answer questions easily even the teachers couldn't."

At that mention of this, his pair of eyes turned red. Some people needed a lifetime to recover from childhood traumas. He was so competitive and desired money, power and success because he had so many regrets when he was a child.

"When I was in primary school, my teacher told me that I was a genius. I frequently believe that if I was born in a regular household, I might be a mathematician and not the devil that runs an illicit enterprise. I'd be researching math formulas rather than making an accurate offer for an organ."

"Quinton, I'm sorry. I'm terribly sorry!" Renee suddenly felt a sting in her heart.

Although she wasn't the of this tragedy, she felt terrible for having a carefree and cheerful childhood. It was as if she got double the happiness whenever Quinton was getting double the pain! JrNovels.com