Chapter 97: Gathering of Storms

At the Casson family home, the elderly patriarch, worn to the bone, sat by the little lake. Beside him sat the old man who had once crossed paths with Elijah Quinny. "Elijah Quinny is leaving Riveria today." "This is your tribulation. At this point, there is little left for you to lean on. Two sides are squaring off, and it'll come down to who has the upper hand." He spoke evenly, flicked his wrist, and cast his line in one smooth motion. Frank Casson watched him and kept his silence for a long...