“Ignacio!”
I quickly turned around when Sir Ephraim said that. I looked at a man about Sir Ephraim’s age. My gaze remained on its face. Tears pooled in his eyes as he stare at me. I pressed my lips together trying to hold back my tears.
Is he really my father?
“Lineah son…” his voice croaked.
He quickly ran between the two of us. It wrapped its arm around me. I could no longer hold back my tears. It trailed down my cheek.
“My son…” he cried.
My mouth was just pitying, I didn’t know what to say. I only sobbed in response to him.
He pulled away. He cupped my face and stared at it. My eyes remained on him. His eyes are longing and gloomy but his lips are smiling.
“Is this really you? Are you my daughter? Are you my Lineah?”
I pressed my lips tightly together and n
