The curtain of life for this powerful man had fallen. The rest was left for his descendants, to tell the merits and demerits of his stories.

Lord Lex had another godson named Clay Ember, yet he had never been able to contact him. Hence, this was possibly the only regret he had in life.

“Waltz, take it easy. Death is inevitable for human beings!” Alex felt slightly heartbroken after seeing Waltz’s haggard face, with heavy dark circles under her eyes.

Waltz flung herself into his embrace and sobbed. “Godfather didn’t have to die. It was all my fault. If only I didn’t go to your room that night…”

Alex put a finger to her lips. “No, don’t blame yourself. If anything, I should be the one to take the blame. I insisted on participating in the SCBA Battles. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have to deal with so much stuff later on.”

Waltz was still tearing up, but she didn’t forget to defend him. “No, that’s not it. If it weren’t for you, Godfather would’ve died under the hands of that guy hired by