The man was wearing a long black coat, with a face as though sculpted by a master—his features were strikingly perfect, his contours sharp and cold, his handsomeness arresting. As soon as he entered the door, his presence filled the entire hospital room.
Mrs. Lally looked at the indifferent man who walked in, his brows and eyes expressing aloofness and desolation. She suddenly realized that without Chi Huan by his side, he seemed like a completely different person.
A girl's voice, with a brittle laugh, emanated from her lips, "You must be Sister Chi Huan's boyfriend, right? She sent you to visit mom…"
"Mrs. Lally," the man closed the door of the hospital room as he spoke, his bearing and aura erect. In a deep, detached voice laced with a thin layer of sarcasm, he interrupted the girl without warmth, "Out of respect for the fact that you are her birth mother, I've come to let you know."
