Mr. Harrington's gaze faltered, staring at Wayne Bailey in a daze.
"The Mr. Julius Bailey of the last life, Mr. Harrington knew, he was Wayne Bailey's father."
Mr. Harrington extended his hand, "Child, come here, let me take a good look at you."
Wayne Bailey's eyes narrowed, the chill in them seeping through his bones.
Anna Jadwin tugged at his arm—it was a critical moment!
Wayne Bailey, with a cold look, stepped forward and bent down to hand his hand to Mr. Harrington.
"They're alike, these eyes, so much like your father's... You've grown up, how time urges people on..." Mr. Harrington gripped his hand tightly, "When you were little, I held you in my arms, do you remember your grandpa?"
"..." Wayne Bailey.
"In the blink of an eye, I've become so old, so old!" Mr. Harrington scrutinized Wayne Bailey back and forth, then turned his gaze towards Charles Harrington.
