Julian glanced at the file bag. When Mrs. Stone noticed his gaze, she didn’t try to conceal it and said, “Julian, I need your help with something.”

Julian smiled and replied, “Mrs. Stone, you don’t need to be so formal. Just let me know what you need help with. If I can assist, I will certainly do so. I’ve been troubling Ms. Stone lately, and I feel quite sorry about it. Helping you will make me feel better.”

Additionally, Elisa and Julian’s younger siblings were good friends. For their sake, Julian was inclined to help if Mrs. Stone asked.

Mrs. Stone shared her life experiences with Julian, expressing her suspicion that her parents and family members had died under mysterious circumstances.

Upon hearing her story, Julian stood up, intending to leave.

Clive and Remy immediately rose and simultaneously grabbed Julian, pushing him back into his seat.

“I’m causing everyone trouble; I should just go,” Julian said.

Mrs. Stone looked bewildered and replied, “Julian, how will this help? You’re just beginning to look for evidence. This is a complicated matter, and even if you search, you might not find anything. The person responsible likely left no traces behind, and time has obscured everything.”

Julian explained, “The insider is probably dead. It’s not that I don’t want to help, but the task is quite difficult. I worry that if I agree, I won’t be able to provide any useful information in the end, which would let you down, Mrs. Stone.”

Thus, he concluded it would be best not to get involved.

Julian regretted glancing at the file bag; why had he looked at it? It wasn’t filled with gold.

Elisa asked him, “Young Master Bucham, can’t you even find out? Isn’t your Bucham family renowned in this line of work? No one dares to…”

“Number one, even if you call it second,” Julian said with a wry smile. “Miss Stone, our family is deeply entrenched in this line of work and is renowned for its power. However, despite our influence, we are still merely human beings—ordinary people, not deities—and we lack the ability to transcend our mortal limits. If I were a god, I would have the power to travel through time. I could return to the past to help you find evidence, but regrettably, I am not a god.”

Elisa fell silent. The limitations of human abilities became evident.

As he faced the Stones, Julian took a moment to ponder before addressing Mrs. Stone. “If you don’t mind the outcome, I am willing to assist. What do you think, Mrs. Stone?”

This implied he would help with the investigation, but emphasized that he could not guarantee success.

He wanted to set realistic expectations for Mrs. Stone, considering that forty or fifty years had passed since the events in question, and at that time, Julian had not yet been born.

Mrs. Stone replied, “I understand that finding evidence will be challenging. I won’t pressure you to uncover anything specific. As long as you assist me, I’ll be grateful if evidence surfaces. If it doesn’t, I won’t hold you responsible.”

She continued, “If my sister and I truly belong to the Farrell family, even without evidence to prove that my second aunt was responsible for my parents’ deaths, I can still reclaim the position of head of the Farrell family for my descendants or my sister’s descendants.”

The Farrell family was traditionally led by women.