Who?

After arriving at the hospital grounds, an old black car pulled up in front of Alvina, making her rush into the back seat before the four-wheeled vehicle sped away from the hospital area and joined the other vehicles.

Not long after, the car stopped in front of a five-star restaurant. Alvina got out while smoothing her outerwear and stepped inside quietly. A waiter approached her and led her to the second floor, where a row of VVIP rooms were located.

Alvina nodded briefly as she stood in front of the room at the end. The waiter left, leaving her alone. Then the girl opened the door and entered.

A large round table surrounded by chairs was immediately visible to her. When she turned to the right, two single sofas were beside the window, with a small table as a buffer. On one of them, there was someone already occupying it.

Alvina instantly straightened up and approached, standing by the table and bowing. "Thank you for saving me."

The person staring at the scene outside the window chuckled. "Were you just in danger? He was your fiancé and just wanted to kiss you, why did you react like someone who was about to get hurt?"

"Sit down!" the man ordered then.

Alvina complied. She looked at the table in front of her and smiled embarrassedly. "Being touched by him is much scarier than being hurt by a villain. You must know what I mean."

"Then what's your plan?"

"Nothing," said Alvina, who then chuckled softly and carefree. "I don't have any plans yet, at least for now."

"Just get rid of it if it no longer matters."

Alvina nodded in understanding.

"Do you really love him?"

There was an instant silence. Alvina was silent with a blank look in her eyes. "Is someone who has shared their sweat with others worth loving?"

**

In his study that had been arranged in such a way by Mr. Kinsey, Ethan sat in his oversized chair and seemed to focus on the several sheets of documents he was holding. His eyebrows sometimes twitched slowly when what he was reading didn't make sense to him, followed by a soft sigh.

When he flipped the sheet, his neat eyebrows instantly dipped even more, creating a deep frown on his forehead. Ethan's gaze shifted elsewhere for a moment, seemingly in thought, and then he looked back down at the sheet of paper and picked up another file in a hurry, looking for anything else he found odd.

After finding it, Ethan put the files down roughly and leaned back while rubbing his face tiredly. He took a deep breath, then his gaze went straight to the ceiling.

"It seems that Madam Celeste favors her mother-in-law over her father. No wonder Great Master Grant has been so displeased with the family," he muttered.

"He seems to spoil her by letting her do as she pleases. But he doesn't really care. The store is just a small matter to him. So whatever happens won't affect him." Suddenly, Ethan thought of something, making him straighten up immediately. "It can't be, right? Why did I just realize that none of their facial features are similar?"

The more he thought about it, the deeper Ethan's curiosity became. He hurriedly typed something on his laptop, and dozens or even hundreds of Celeste's family photos came to life. He clicked on one photo that showed Celeste's entire family and looked at it closely.

"They don't look alike. Are they following Great Lady Grant's genes?" 

Ethan tapped the table in a regular rhythm, making the noise inside his brain even more intense.

During his time as the Celeste family's son-in-law, he had never heard any slanted news regarding the Great Master Grant. Even though his relationship with the head of the Grant family was fairly close, there was nothing unusual about him.

Great Master Grant, Mrs. Bernita, and Mr. Celeste were often involved in arguments, but that was normal, which often happened in a family. It was not uncommon to include Ariana and Aiden.

Ethan's finger tapping spontaneously stopped.

Ariana was the family's favorite child and grandchild. She was spoiled and lavished with love, but why was she so often involved in these fights? Instead, Alvina, who was only her shadow, lived peacefully. Isn't that upside down?

Was what was happening there actually a falsehood?

Ethan quickly shook his head.

"No way. The incident back then even really happened, it can't just be a charade...." Ethan's words stopped as he realized something more and more. One thing he had forgotten. "Unless they planned it."

Ethan's memory fast-forwarded to when he was released from the police station. The next second, he was running out of the room, down hundreds of circular stairs just to get to his grandfather's study.

Regardless of his ragged breathing, he was about to walk straight in, ignoring the two guards at the door. Of course, they immediately restrained him.

"I want to see grandfather," Ethan said as he tried breaking through their burly arms.

"You can't, young master. The Great Master said not to disturb him for the next few hours. You can see him later," one of them said. "You'd better go back to your room and rest. It's getting late."

"I can't! I have to see him. I have something to ask." Ethan was getting more and more rebellious. "Grandpa! It's me! You're inside, right? Let me in! I want to ask you something! Grandpa!"

"Young Master-"

"Hurry up and tell my grandfather that I want to see him. It's very important," Ethan interrupted quickly.

But the two big men shook their heads in unison.

Ethan was almost frustrated. Just as he was about to shout again, Great Master Kinsey's voice suddenly rang out. "Go back to your room, brat!"

Ethan's eyes instantly widened, both surprised and hopeful. "Grandpa? Grandpa, I want to see you! Come let me in!"

"I'll answer all your questions tomorrow. Now go back to your room!" Grandmaster Kinsey's voice sounded stern.

"The plan you've laid out is far more important than this little thing. After everything is done, meet me here. By then, you'll know everything. Now go, don't bother me!"

Ethan's body, which had been tense from rebellion, slowly relaxed. He lowered both hands and looked straight at the tightly closed door.

"Okay."

Then he turned to leave, went back to his room, and picked up his cell phone that was on the bedside table.

"Ben, send the new contract tomorrow," he said after putting the flat object to his ear.