The photograph trembled slightly in the woman's hand.
Not because she was afraid.
But because Linh was finally standing in front of her.
Twenty-two years.
Twenty-two years of silence.
Twenty-two years of waiting.
The emergency lights continued to flash across the underground chamber, painting everything in shades of red and black.
No one moved.
Not even the guards who were still holding their weapons.
Because everyone understood one thing.
The woman standing there was not an intruder.
She was someone who had been part of this family's forgotten history.
Khang stared at her coldly.
"Put the photograph down."
The woman's eyes shifted toward him.
For a moment, there was something almost like sadness in her expression.
"You have your father's eyes."
Khang's jaw tightened.
"Do
