James Grant slightly frowned and sat up straight. Keith Donovan chuckled and said, "I came to Aethelburg to keep you company! It’s cold here, and you’re not having much luck, so of course, I have to help you." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net James understood the deeper meaning in Keith’s words, his tone becoming a bit cooler, "You found out?" "Tristan and I both know." Keith made no attempt to hide it, "We used some little tricks, don’t ask how exactly! You just need to know that I’m here to back you up!" James sneered lightly and said, "What kind of backup can you give me? You’d better go back." Though he said that, James couldn’t help but spring into action. Half an hour later, James arrived at the airport. Soon, James picked up Keith. "Whoa, is it really this cold here?" Keith sneezed several times as soon as he got in the car, "It’s way too cold, I thought a few hoodies would be enough!" "This is the north, not Riversend." James glanced at him, seeing Keith wearing a thin trench coat, almost useless against the cold. Keith rubbed his hands, taking a while to warm up, "Then you have to prepare clothes for me, take good care of me, or who will be your backup?" Speaking of backup, James frowned, "What exactly are you here for?" "To help you," Keith said seriously, "It’s not easy to pursue your wife, huh?" Upon hearing this, James realized Keith and Tristan probably knew most of what’s going on in Aethelburg. He slightly narrowed his eyes, his tone dangerous, "How exactly did you find out? Who told you?" Seeing James was getting serious, Keith quickly confessed the truth. "...Don’t blame Quentin either," Keith turned serious, "He saw how bad you’re doing and asked me to come over to persuade you. You know me, I’m a big mouth, can’t keep things to myself..." James didn’t bother to respond to him. Keith hurriedly promised, "Don’t worry, Tristan and I won’t tell a third person, absolute secrecy!" James shot him a cold look, "Aren’t you a big mouth?" "I won’t spill to outsiders. Otherwise, how have we been brothers all these years?" Keith laughed, "Now, what’s the exact situation, tell your buddy? Have you really found Evelyn Clayton?" Over the phone, Quentin only told Keith that James found Evelyn Clayton here, but she still hadn’t agreed to anything, so James was stuck here. Regarding the child and the Sinclair Family’s situation, Quentin dared not say a word. As long as Keith was here, whether to tell him was up to James. James had already mentally calculated how much to deduct from Quentin’s salary, replying indifferently, "Why ask if you already know?" "It’s just surprising! Honestly, I always thought Miss Clayton was surely dead." Keith clicked his tongue in amazement, "I never expected it’d still be her, not only alive but completely changed." After saying this, Keith realized he might have been a bit impolite. He coughed lightly, looking at James’s slightly gloomy face, "So, what stage is your relationship with her at now?" A self-deprecating smile flashed in James’s eyes. To speak of any stage, there has to be a relationship first. Between them, there’s nothing left, and he shouldn’t entertain any fantasies.