"It's exactly the same, even though so many years have passed, I can still recognize him... It's too similar, it should be him, but... if it really is him, why hasn't he shown up all these years?"
This is precisely the part that Lorraine Hanson finds perplexing, which is why he thinks it's impossible!
"Who... exactly is it?" Ose Owen sat upright, his expression more severe, but in his heart, he vaguely felt that perhaps there was a turn in the situation.
Lorraine Hanson remained silent, still staring at the ground, his hands clenched in fists, struggling for a long time.
The other three waited quietly, not urging him.
It was about ten minutes later when Lorraine Hanson raised his head.
The first thing he asked was, "Do you remember Grace Parker?"
"I remember you mentioned..." Morgan Benson knew about this person, "Isn't she your good brother's sister? The woman you've taken care of for decades, right?"
