Looking at the stack of evidence in her hands, Celeste Grant turned her gaze to her son.
"Son, what do you plan to do?"
What to do?
Aaron Sinclair lowered his head slightly, his expression serious. His eyes held a maturity and determination that belied his age.
He said, "Mother, I'll present this evidence to my Imperial Uncle and expose their crimes to the public. I want to utterly destroy the reputations of those impostors in the General's Mansion who stole someone's identity. I'll make that family such pariahs that they'll have nowhere to be buried when they die. Ptooey! If they don't want to act like human beings, then they shouldn't be treated as such."
Celeste Grant had no objections and nodded slightly. "Alright. As long as you've decided, son, that's fine. Your mother has no opinion on the matter. Your father supports you too. Do whatever you want; you don't need our permission."
