The face… the jawline… those sharp eyes… everything screamed the same person.
Except, of course, that man had stark white hair, while Aether's was pitch black—clearly inherited from Xara, who also had black hair. Other than that one detail, Aether looked like a younger, perfectly miniaturised version of that man.
And that alone said everything Vesperine needed to know.
She had seen that man before. That handsome face—though dusty and shadowed back then—was unforgettable. He wasn't as overwhelmingly magnetic as Victor, perhaps, but still strikingly attractive. And now, connecting the dots—Xara with that white-haired man who bore such a resemblance to Aether, and then presenting Aether as her so-called adopted son?
It all screamed a single truth.
Xara was not just a guardian. She was the real mother... The blood mother!
Aether was the product of an illicit affair... A child born from betrayal.
