Subsequently, he cracked a wry smile.
Turns out, I'm the clown after all.
My veins carry despicable blood; I am that lowly commoner.
I was nothing more than a replacement for the real Kevin, and the genuine article has been right in our quarry all along!
No wonder father always liked visiting the quarry; no wonder he looked so pleased with himself every time he returned. From beginning to end, I was just a stand-in, a tool to pacify my wife.
Can you not include me in your romantic charades?
Before he passed away, when father regained his lucidity, he liked to sit by the bed, gazing at the distant quarry. I thought he couldn't bear to part with his property, but it turned out he couldn't bear to part with that son of his!
After burning all the documents, he called the butler and asked, "Where is Mr. Tang Mo?"
"Back at the quarry again. He gets along quite well with Drey's head."
"I see..."
Kevin stood by the bed, looking towards the distant quarry.
