An older woman entered. One could tell she was a beauty when she was younger. Her lashes fluttered when she looked at Felix.

"A-Aunt Yvette?" Felix dropped his phone out of shock when he recognized Yvette.

When Yale staged a coup, he had taken Yvette hostage. They had to beg Averill to save Yvette.

Although Felix wasn't particularly close with Yvette, he understood that Yvette had been Cordelia's hope. He couldn't possibly feel nothing when he finally met Yvette in person.

"Felix, is that really you?" Yvette dashed over and agitatedly caressed Felix's face. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Where were you these past few years? I looked for you a few times at Avesburgh. You rascal! You worried me so much."

Felix was not used to the love and care Yvette displayed. Had Yvette learned to cherish family after his parents passed away? He recalled not being that close with Yvette, though she was at least not as heartless as the Zellers.

"I'm fine, Aunt Yvette. How are you and your family