Winston sighed deeply, then sat on the ground before Darius. He mimicked Darius in sitting cross-legged and resting his hands on his knees. While furrowing his brows, he spoke with a helpless sigh.

"But I've already told you the truth about that night; your family contacted me first. You just refuse to believe it because you hadn't reunited with the family at the time. I can't tell which member of the Reid family approached me because it's been so long, and I dare not guarantee they're still alive. You might not know this, but your family members die relatively faster than others. Although their deaths are due to various illnesses, I still get this ominous feeling whenever I think about it. By the way, this isn't a secret; almost every trained professional and person in the wealthier social circles knows about it. Thus, I have no reason to hide this from you."

He held Darius's gaze, his eyes filling with the utmost seriousness as he exclaimed, "I swear to God that everything I've sai