Cecy frowned, her voice filled with disbelief. "Kilan, there's no way she's your sister. Her parents died years ago."
The weight of her words pressed down on Kilan's chest. She was right; how could it be so easy to find his sister? The idea had been foolish from the start.
The atmosphere in the car grew tense. Kilan's cold gaze settled on Cecy. "After all this time, you still haven't found anything?"
Cecy shivered under his icy tone. "Kilan, we're trying, but the clues are so scarce—"
"Pathetic," Kilan snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut.
Cecy didn't dare speak again, shrinking into silence.
As the car pulled away, Kilan couldn't help but glance back at Theodora. Something about her felt... unsettlingly familiar.
Almost as if sensing his gaze, Theodora looked toward the departing
