Wrapping his arms around his neck, Orin planted a big, wet kiss on Edwin's cheek.

Leaning close to his ear, Orin whispered in a childish lilt, "I haven't wished my uncle a Happy New Year yet. May your fortunes soar!"

The innocent tone in Orin's voice entertained Edwin, eliciting a robust laugh from him.

Reaching into his pocket, Edwin pulled out a giftbox and pressed it into Orin's palm, saying, "And I wish you health and heaps of happiness, Orin."

With a smile, Orin replied, "Thank you."

Then, his gaze landed on the petal birthmark that lay on the table. His eyes went wide with surprise. "Why do you have a picture of Aunt Clara? Do you know her, too?"

Edwin's heart skipped a beat at the question. Staring at Orin, he stammered, "What did you say?" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Clara's back! She has a petal just like that one. I saw it in my dad's photo album. He said it's from when she was in college, wearing her dance costume. She looked so pretty."

he noticed it at Rose's birthday bash? Was Orin mistaken, or was

and the picture of the

fixing breakfast. His brow furrowed at the sight of Edwin carrying Orin down.

set Orin down and handed Anders the picture. "Have you ever

then nodded nonchalantly. "Saw it once when she was dancing. What about

birthmark or

in college. Every time she danced, there was that petal on

close, and Edwin's breath hitched. Struggling to keep his composure, he asked, "Has Clara ever been injured

about the time Heidi threw acid on

that Clara was the sister he had been searching for all this time. Heidi had meant to obliterate

found tears streaming down his face. He swiped at his

if he was looking at his own mother. Not just him, but his grandmother's family felt the same

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