Just as they left the villa, Yigol Mamet adopted a look of distress, huddled at the roadside like a sad little pup. "Caleb, Xaviera, am I truly not mom's child? I thought she simply disliked me, but it turns out we're not related by blood."
"Then whose offspring am I? Caleb, I've suspected you're Miss Drew's child, and I came along later. So who is my mother? Maybe I'm not even a Mamet by birth, nor your actual brother."
Xaviera's heart ached. For years, Jenny Green had manipulated events, ensuring that Yigol was misdirected, making him known in Libanan as the playboy. However, beneath that façade of ineptitude facilitated by his inherent wit, Yigol was quietly learning, preserving his innate genius within the tainted Mamet dynasty.
Witnessing Yigol's dejected countenance, a wave of compassion washed over Xaviera, who soothingly stroked his hair. "Yigol..."
