The man's porcelain-white fingers paused slightly.
Amelia leaned closer to his face, her black-and-white eyes clear and sharp, her voice crisp. "I've known you for so long. Back when I first met you in the hospital, I assumed your surname was Cromwell."
"Thinking back now, something doesn’t add up."
"You can make my eldest brother listen to you, and Mr. Hart personally accompanied you to the hospital."
"That’s not something only the Cromwell family could do."
"The Jenkins family could do it even more easily."
Her gaze dropped to his wrist. "You always wear those calming prayer beads. I should’ve realized who you were much earlier."
The man held onto her gently, letting out a soft cough. His lips were pale. "I thought I could keep it from you. I'm sorry."
His face was strikingly han
