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"What do you mean my father is alive?" William asked with a slight frown on his face, his mind struggling to grasp the implications of Carson's words.

It had been three minutes since Carson said that his father was alive. During that time, William's mind raced, trying to piece together this unexpected revelation. He felt as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into a chasm of uncertainty and confusion.

It was information he could not digest easily. The shock of Carson's statement had left him feeling unsteady, like the ground beneath his feet had suddenly shifted. His father, whom he had believed dead for so long, was actually alive?

He had lived his life knowing that his father died in a shipwreck. Every memory, every story told to him had confirmed this tragic event. He had grown up mourning the loss, and the absence had shaped his identity and his life. But now, Carson was telling him that his father was alive? The notion seemed impossible, like something out of a fa