Chapter 1179: 1181: Isn’t This a Terrorist?

Owen Lewis couldn’t believe what he’d found, but...The information he’d uncovered was absolutely accurate.

So...

There was only one explanation.

That was, Yancy Hastings really...

"Did we investigate the cause more thoroughly?"

Yancy Hastings was A Country’s best special forces soldier; he absolutely couldn’t have defected to do such a thing.

Even under severe torture, he wouldn’t betray the country he loved.

So, there had to be a reason for this.

Owen Lewis frowned, suppressing the words tangled in his mind.

"It seems he made some kind of deal with those people, and there appears to be an attack on Z Country planned. He’s likely to be involved."

This was the entirety of Owen Lewis’s investigation.

Maxwell Peary furrowed his brow; this was very unlike Yancy Hastings’s character.

Could he really...

"Keep monitoring things over there; it’s best to try to contact him, but first and foremost, ensure he’s not exposed."

Maxwell Peary’s prowess was due to his terrifyingly powerful faction.

His reach had extended across various countries long ago.

It’s safe to say that no one was without his influence nearby; he was that confident.

After hanging up, Maxwell Peary turned to return to the ward.

Fiona Sutton looked at him filled with hope.

"I’ve given orders, and soon we’ll find some clues. If he is alive, he’ll return sooner or later."

This place is Yancy Hastings’s roots, and he’s someone who values these connections deeply.

"Yes, I know he will come back."

Even when there was no hope, she could wait.

Now, knowing he’s alive, knowing he’ll return, how could she not endure the wait?

"Thank you, Young Master Peary; Yancy Hastings is so fortunate to have a friend like you,"

These were Fiona Sutton’s heartfelt words that she’d longed to say.

When Yancy Hastings encountered danger, Maxwell Peary put aside all matters in Capital Town to personally go rescue him.

However, he was too late when he arrived.

Maxwell Peary didn’t respond to Fiona Sutton. He and Yancy Hastings had both provided help to each other.

So, there’s no such thing as one being luckier than the other.

...

Davidson Family Martial Arts Academy—

Anne Davidson stepped down from the taxi holding Oliver Peary, and saw the sign with a sense of nostalgia.

Once, these four characters frequently appeared in her dreams.

Many times she believed that she would never return in this lifetime.

But...

The world is unpredictably fickle!

"Mom, what is this place?"

Oliver Peary looked curiously at the scene; all of this was novel to him, elements not found in Provence.

"This is Mom’s home; Mom grew up here."

Anne Davidson crouched down, smiled, and tidied Oliver Peary’s clothes.

"When we go inside, remember to greet everyone."

"Okay."

Holding Oliver Peary’s hand, Anne Davidson stepped into the martial arts academy.

The most familiar scene hit her at once.

Seeing everything here, she almost burst into tears.

Grandpa Davidson had long been looking forward; he saw Anne Davidson coming in immediately. She hadn’t changed much after all these years.

"Grandpa."

Anne Davidson called out, her eyes filled with tears.

She looked down at Oliver Peary.

"Oliver, greet Great Grandpa."

"Hello, Great Grandpa, I’m Oliver Peary."

Oliver Peary obediently spoke up to greet, smiling warmly at the elderly man.

Grandpa Davidson was stunned for quite a while, initially unable to react.

This is... what’s going on?

Why is Anne Davidson here with this child?