Rianne's eyes welled up with mist in an instant, her crimson-rimmed eyes expressing an indescribable sense of vulnerability.

Michael gazed at her reddened eyes, parted his lips, but uttered no sound.

He stood rooted in place, watching her silhouette fade away.

Michael regained his composure, reflecting on his encounter with Marcus just now, his expression pensive.

He couldn't believe there were two people in the world who looked so alike; Marcus shared about seventy percent of his features, even the scar between their brows seemed like an exact replica, making it hard for him not to dwell on it.

Could it be that Marcus was his deceased father's illegitimate son?...