"Kevin, do you feel any discomfort anywhere?" His ex-wife Caroline stepped forward, examined Kevin's strange limbs, ran her hands over them, then reached out and hugged him as she asked worriedly.
"No, I feel fine so far." Kevin could finally reach out and hold his wife.
It was something he had longed for throughout the time they had been apart.
But he did not dare use too much strength. He could only touch her lightly, even keeping half a centimeter of distance between them.
Because he could not control his current strength. If he exerted himself even slightly, he might crush Caroline's spine.
"His strength now exceeds that of an ordinary person. There shouldn't be any problem with his condition. After all, those are Mr. Ron's arms."
"Kevin, didn't you hear what the priest said? We're in danger. That devil company of yours has already been destroyed. Didn't you just come back from there?" Jeff, standing nearby, felt a sour pang in his heart.
His tone carried a trace of dejection.
He had already realized that Caroline's feelings for him were perhaps more gratitude than anything else. It was also because of that gratitude that she had agreed to get engaged to him.
But he could never replace Kevin's place in Caroline's heart.
Then there was the little boy, William, beside them.
Although he had always said that his father Kevin was irresponsible and terrible, his everyday tone full of disdain, the worry on his face when he looked at Kevin now was unmistakable.
That bond of blood and family was something Jeff could never surpass.
He had worked so hard to preserve things for so long, only to earn her gratitude—and nothing more than gratitude.
A bitter smile appeared on Jeff's lips. This time, he truly saw things clearly.