Lexia's eyes widened, and she stared at Alex in shock.

“He… He's Madame Brianna’s son?”

At that moment, Lexia went silent for a while, but Alex could hear her rapid breathing. "Look for someone named Nickolas. I don't know if he's still there, but if he is, perhaps he can give you answers."

After saying that, she hung up.

Putting down the phone, she took in large gulps of air. It was easy for a clever woman like her to figure out some things. She just never dared to believe it.

***

Putting down the phone, Alex's expression was closed, shuttered by his mother's words— ‘If there really was poison involved back then, who would be so cruel as to force a ten-year-old to drink it? Geronimo Melvis? That doesn't seem very plausible. Which father would force his own blood daughter to drink poison?’

"Is there anyone here named Nickolas?" Alex's body felt itchy. He was not good at controlling such murderous rage.

His heart ached for his own mother.

“Answer me!”

He stomped his feet, a