Chapter 226

Especially those punks who got beaten up by him in the morning, their legs trembled and faces went pale whenever they ran into him on the street. It was as if they could still feel a dull ache in certain parts of their bodies. They only wished they could run as far away as possible. Aiden was indifferent to all this. He didn't have much attachment, nor a sense of belonging, to this village where he was born and raised. Nate, in a fit of anger, had once pointed at his nose and berated him for being cold-blooded. Nate compared him to his mother, saying they were both like cold stones that couldn't be warmed and ungrateful, white-eyed wolves that can't be tamed. Thinking back to these past events instigated a slight smirk from Aiden, a glint of chill flashing across his eyes. "Aiden Nicholson!" A familiar voice resounded in his ear. Alice waved her hand and hastily rushed over towards him. The cold glint in Aiden's eyes faded, replaced by a hint of warmth. "Aunt." Standing before him, Ali