Steven Miller had yet to escape his anger and grief. Thomas Valerius's question caused the emotions he had been suppressing to erupt in an instant.
"I'm asking you a question." Thomas Valerius's tone grew heavy, a hint of displeasure already showing in his expression. "I recall you telling me you had a sister. Could it be that..."
Seeing Thomas Valerius's displeasure, Steven Miller finally spoke in a hollow voice, "Joanna Jacobs was my sister."
Steven Miller's voice trembled as he spoke, filled with endless regret and remorse.
"Oh?" Thomas Valerius's eyes glinted, but he didn't seem particularly surprised, almost as if he had expected it. "If she was your sister, why was her surname Jacobs while yours is Miller? Besides, it seemed like you two didn't know each other before."
