Jasmin sighted the grey-haired man in his early sixties standing at the entrance of the hall. He was in a black jacket and trousers and a pair of white sneakers. At the sight of them storming out, he approached them.

“Cainan….” Gerald, the man having a striking resemblance to Cainan except for the obvious age difference and skin tone, called out.

Cainan halt, a disbelieve scoff left his mouth at Gerald’s audacity, and he turned to him, fury in his eyes.

He tightened his grip on Jasmin’s wrist but not putting too much pressure on it. “I don’t know what you did to my mother to make her forget the...