The Luther Family Ancestral Residence.
"Father!"
Jonathan rushed in hurriedly.
"Dad—"
At the sight of Grandpa Luther's condition, his steps faltered, and his face paled instantly.
"H-how could this happen?!"
Tyler followed behind at a slower pace, his worried gaze fixed on the old man, though a flicker of something else lurked beneath the surface.
Camilla stood to the side, quietly observing the expressions of this father and son.
No—perhaps it would be more accurate to call them this "so-called" father and son.
Jonathan paid no attention to Camilla.
Tyler, however, after taking in grandpa's sickly appearance, shifted his focus to her.
Though his intention was to read something—anything—from this woman's face out of sheer wariness, what caught his attention first was her striking beauty.
She wore a long white qipao, her dark, voluminous curls casually swept back.
Her delicate face bore no trace of makeup.
