Chapter 697: I am Uncle Beckett
The old man cleared his throat, "I am not your grandfather, your grandfather Beckett's father, Grandie, is your true grandfather.
The name on that tombstone, Kirin, is not Beckett's father, but Beckett's grandfather, which makes him your great-grandfather.
If I truly were Kirin, you wouldn't call me grandfather, but great-grandfather..."
These words seemed confusing to Alexander and Ivy.
In reality, they didn't care whether this person was their grandfather or great-grandfather, as long as he was a ancestor of the Ashford family who could help them find the whereabouts of Beckett and others' souls.
The old man continued, "Actually, I know that you are not concerned about my identity because that day, when you were in the underworld, I purposely tested you.
That is, after reading the Ashford family's life and death records, I said two sentences.
The first sentence, I said on behalf of Jaxon, Evander, Calliope, and Lyra, 'Damn Fiona, she actually treated my great-grandson and great-granddaughter-in-law this way, I must make her pay.'
The second sentence, I said on behalf of Owen, 'Damn Fiona, she tortured my great-great-grandson like this, how many generations of the Ashford family does she want to harm?'
I said these two sentences in the guise of Kirin. If I were the real Kirin, then Jaxon, Evander, Calliope, and Lyra would be my great-grandchildren. Owen is indeed my great-great-grandson.
But the truth is, Kirin is my father! Beckett is not my grandson, but my eldest nephew. The Ashford family has all reincarnated from my generation and on..."
Upon hearing this, Alexander and Ivy's headaches worsened. They really didn't care about this matter; they just wanted to know where Beckett and the others' souls were after death.
The old man continued, "I had planned to hide this from you for a bit longer, but just now, your paternal grandmother Wennie, as well as her daughter and son-in-law, recognized me. I had no reason to hide anymore.
If I were truly Kirin, Wennie and I would be the same generation, but she claims to be my aunt, so I knew she recognized me."
The old man let out a deep sigh, "That day I lied to you, I had actually known about Beckett's death a long time ago.
I am Beckett's seventh uncle, Beckett is the son of my elder brother, Grandie, and we were close in age and played together the most when we were alive. How could I not know about his death?
But I didn't want to get involved at all! Because I feared that if I did, I would become a burden to the Ashford family..."
For my death, it was entirely caused by my elder brother Grandie, and my parents, as well as the other members of the Ashford family, did not care about my life or death!
I hate, hate every one of the Ashford family, so I have no mood to protect the future generations of the Ashford family.
The soul of the unjustly killed cannot be reincarnated, and I don't want to be reborn either, because I have long lost faith in the human world..."
Alexander and Ivy, upon hearing these words, finally understood the identity of the person before them.
It turned out that this person was Beckett's uncle, Rogue, their great-great uncle.
And the name on the tombstone, Kirin, is the true ancestor of the Ashford family, their great-great-great grandfather.
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