Sis Shirley looked at me. I knew that they loved Noah City, but they still held grudges. How could this hatred of eighteen years be dismissed so quickly? Arsenal had “betrayed” me with good intentions, but I had still found it revolting. Let alone the fact that these people thought they had been abandoned by their family.

I looked at Arsenal. “Arsenal, your father will be here in the next spacecraft. You’d better be prepared.”

Arsenal looked at me stiffly and tears quivered in her eyes. However, she maintained her elegance and toughness. She held her chin up. She wanted everyone to see her as a reliable queen, not a crying girl.

Faint morning sunlight pierced through the clouds...