Jonathan stared at Thiery in fascination. He clearly saw the resemblance to the tall, athletic man sitting beside his mother, from his skin tone to his eyes, his manner of speaking to the way his eyebrows were raised. When he grew up, he might become a replica of that man named Thiery Bradley.
Meanwhile, Thiery didn't say much, just continued to stare at the boy lying on the bed, who resembled himself in every way, with mixed emotions.
Noreen stood between them, looking back and forth between Thiery and Jonathan, feeling confused and uncertain.
Thiery reached out and touched Jonathan's hand. There was still a sense of electricity flowing between them, but it was only warm.
"Are you okay?" Thiery asked softly.
Jonathan nodded. "Yes. There's nothing to worry about. I think I'll recover
