Minerva's tears immediately gushed down her cheeks again. "Sir, I'm sorry. He truly is my uncle. My uncle is very pitiful. You don't know this, but this person truly is my uncle. My uncle is too pitiful…"

Her mentor was speechless. He firmly believed that Minerva was a good girl. She had never done anything unreasonable, so what was the matter that day? He did not criticize her harshly but instead, he said to her, "Minerva, you're not in the right mood today. Let's forget about the subject from