Josephine took a deep breath, her gaze serious as she looked at Cyrus. "You must be Sarah's son, the son of the Parker family, Cyrus Parker, right?"
Long-buried memories resurfaced, and scenes from the past unfolded in her mind like a once-sealed painting. Back then, the Parker family faced a sudden upheaval. To save a little boy, she paid a devastating price—her appearance was ruined, and she was left confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life. Now, all the clues pointed to one undeniable truth: the little boy was Cyrus.
Otherwise, Cyrus wouldn't have treated her the way he did from the very beginning. Initially, his appearance and actions had been full of mysteries in Josephine's eyes. But now, as everything connected to his identity, it all made sense. His special care for her,
