Chapter 4

Anyone with eyes – even a blind man – could see Leo was Marcus's son.

Because standing together, they were a perfect adult and mini-me.

The same nose, the same eyebrows, even the same soft, perfectly shaped ears looked like they'd been cast from the same mold.

Even their daughter noticed it, tugging on Marcus's sleeve.

"Daddy, that little boy looks just like you."

Marcus's face darkened further.

Strangely, Isabelle wasn't angry. Instead, she seemed worried, clinging to Marcus's arm, her eyes misting over as she looked up at him, feigning helplessness.

"Marcus…"

Marcus snapped back to reality. His Adam's apple bobbed. He gave me a murderous glare.

His gaze was murderous, as if he wanted to devour me, or choke the life out of me a dozen times over.

He was so furious, he didn't even register Isabelle's feigned fragility. He yanked her hand away, coldly saying, "You go back first."

Isabelle didn't dare say more.

She gave me a deep look, her eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

But before leaving, she gently nudged her daughter.

The little girl, cunning even at her young age, mimicked her mother's innocent, vulnerable look as she spoke to Marcus, "Daddy, come home soon."

Marcus's expression softened. He gently looked down, responding, "Okay."