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.

He said it's from when she was in college, wearing her dance costume. She looked so pretty." Edwin felt as if

on Clara's back. Why hadn't he noticed it at Rose's birthday bash? Was Orin mistaken,

scooped up Orin and the picture of the

at the sight of Edwin carrying Orin down. "Why

to contain himself, set Orin down and handed Anders

peered at it for a moment, then nodded nonchalantly. "Saw it once when she was dancing.

or something

She was part of a dance club in college. Every time she

to keep his

Heidi threw acid on her? After

had

He swiped at his eyes,

understood why, from the very first moment he saw Clara, it was as if he was looking at his own mother. Not just him, but his grandmother's

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