Watching the mother and son embracing in front of him, Charles's eyes faintly reflected a hint of envy.
Although West had no idea where 010 had sent him in the timeline, nor did he know what he had gone through.
From his current appearance, it was certain that over the past several hundred or even thousand years, he must have endured unimaginable hardships.
But no matter what he had been through, at least at this moment, all his sacrifices had paid off, he had come home.
Charles walked up to the statue that the bandaged mother had knelt before in worship, and coldly looked at the three mysterious Evil Eyes, "What's the use of worshiping you, you disgusting trash!"
With a "crack," Charles directly crushed the head of the statue.
At this time, he heard the lively footsteps of two children from behind—it was West's siblings, back from school.
"Bro! You're finally back!"
"That's great! We've been thinking about you every day."
"We and Mom have been really worried about you!!"
