"There is a reason," the man replied, "but as usual, you'll get no answers until what I need is fulfilled."
"You're your mother's son. Aren't you a match?" Justin asked, studying him closely.
"I must have taken after my father, not being a perfect match," the man replied calmly, his neutral gaze revealing nothing.
Like Justin, he was hard to read, his expression unwavering.
"So, a year and a half ago, you came to this city, approached Natalie to get her blood samples, and even registered her marriage," Justin said, his tone steady though his eyes betrayed a flicker of restrained anger.
The lookalike met his gaze without flinching. "I told you, the name on her marriage certificate is yours, not mine, Aiden."
The way the man repeatedly addressed him as Aiden stirred something in Justin—a strange familiarity. He didn't find the name foreign, which made him wonder if he was truly forgetting something important.
