Hostile Aunt

The dimly lit prisoner room echoed with the sound of heavy footsteps as Velian and Delviny entered cautiously, their eyes scanning the gloom for any sign of danger.

"Delvi, how do you think Mother is going to react to this? What will she do once she meets this girl?" Velian asked worried about their mother.

He knew it was hard for them to digest the fact that their grandfather was a fiend that used his own children as tools, and they couldn't even imagine how much disgust Daphnia would feel thinking about these things.

They stopped abruptly as their gaze fell upon a girl of their own age, bound to a chair, her silver hair shimmering under the faint light.

The striking resemblance between the girl and Velian was uncanny; it was as if he were looking into a mirror, reflecting his own features and his mother's delicate beauty.

There were some different features, but for the most part, they looked similar because of the hair.