The November chill was growing more biting, with the first snow arriving earlier than usual this year.
Indoors, the warmth was akin to spring, a stark contrast to the world outside.
A thin layer of mist clung to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Vincent’s slender and clean fingers gently brushed the window, revealing a corner of the nightscape.
He chuckled softly. “What do you think?”
Matthew pressed his lips together and uttered two words.
After receiving Vincent’s confirmation, his hand trembled as he held his phone.
A long silence followed. After listening to Vincent’s words, Matthew responded coldly, “I got it.”
After the call ended, Vincent lit a cigarette and quietly reflected on a series of events, unearthing a bold hypothesis that unraveled a shocking secret from
22 years ago.
He realized this was n
was not a coincidence, but a conspiracy.
After smoking two more cigarettes, Vincent finally formed a rough outline of his thoughts.
tray and went to the guest bathroom to shower. After drying his hair, he returned to the master bedroom
He stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray
As he watched Stephanie’s serene sleeping face, he saw traces of the Jimenez family in her features. His heart ached for her. He couldn’t help but pull her tightly into his arms
Meanwhile, Matthew repeatedly scrutinized the DNA test before he burst into laughter. “Finally found it, finally!”
Melvin glanced at his watch. “I’m wondering if we should announce this now. If people knew, they’d be too excited to sleep tonight.”
Matthew looked at him. “We’re not telling anyone else for now. Only you, me, and Vincent know.”
Melvin was puzzled. “Why?”
“Don’t you want to uncover the true mastermind behind the explosion on set and the recent kidnapping”” Matthew asked.
“What do you mean? The masterminds are either dead or caught, aren’t they?” Melvin sounded confused.
Matthew pressed his tongue against his molars. “We’ve been thinking too simply and underestimated that person.”
Melvin seemed to understand. “What’s our next move?”
