The scene froze for a long time.
Trent thought, he ... is Derek...
The middle-aged man who said something strange and profound to me just now is Derek...
Trent was stunned on the spot.
Meanwhile, Derek was shocked. He sized up Trent a few times, and Trent's familiar temperament made him immediately think of someone.
Derek had a vague presumption.
Before he could be certain, he heard Roy's loud curses.
"Sure enough! So, you are family. No wonder... No wonder you stood in my way!"
Hearing the library manager's words, Roy immediately understood what was going on.
He didn't understand why some onlooker would stand up for a librarian at first.
Yet now, everything had made sense.
After all, the two men were relatives.
At the same time, a cry of shock rang out.
"Mr. Dunston?" When the library manager saw Roy with a blood-red palm print on his face, he immediately recognized who Roy was.