In the mall, lights above shone with splendor.
Amelia Clarke watched coldly as her own biological father inquired about the well-being of another child, yet failed to recognize that she was also his.
Viola Harris was ingratiating herself with James Carter, recounting the recent events to him.
James Carter stood up, his manner cultured and proper as he apologized on behalf of Leon Carter.
His gracefulness personified.
Such a gentlemanly middle-aged man, yet who would have thought that he once abandoned his wife and child?
Viola Harris hurriedly waved her hands, "No, no, no, we were also at fault for not seeing the young master coming..."
Amelia tensed her fingertips and urged her, "Viola, let's go."
Her voice was detached.
James Carter turned his head upon hearing her.
He was slightly startled.
This girl seemed familiar. He had encountered her once with Owen Moreland at Fresh Restaurant; she stood behind Owen, also looking at him with that same cold gaze.
