"Investigating Grandpa's whereabouts turned out to be far more complicated than I expected," Camilla murmured softly, nestled in Sinclair's embrace.
She briefly recounted the information she'd obtained from Vicente.
"But I just can't make sense of it.
In my eyes, Grandpa was no different from any other elderly man—except for his medical skills.
How could he possibly be connected to these people?"
Her whisper carried an indescribable mix of emotions—confusion, doubt, and bewilderment. ...
The kind, simple grandfather she remembered now seemed shrouded in thick mist.
His familiar face had blurred in her mind.
If her grandpa had truly been an ordinary old man, he wouldn't have vanished so mysteriously, nor would he have managed to evade the waves of people Sinclair had sent to track him down.
Sinclair's dark eyes deepened with thought, though he showed no surprise.
"All these questions will be answered once we find your grandfather.
