Maxwell was waiting in the waiting room when they led the man in.

He was draped in cockiness that belied his arrogant nature.

Dressed in crazy jeans and a t-shirt that had dried-up spots of God-knows-what on it, he gave Maxwell an assessing look as he entered.

He was a bit taller than Thomas and bulkier like one who liked to play around with weights too, but when he removed his cap, Maxwell’s eyes furrowed a bit.

The hair colour was not the same, but one could see it.

The slight resemblance he had to Thomas.

“What is going on here?” Maxwell wondered as he remembered Reyona’s comment about why...