SEVENTY-EIGHT!!...I GOT MY HEALING

I frowned.

My daughter?

What did he mean his daughter? Surely, it could not be my mum because he seems to be the same age as her.

And I'm the only lady present.

Or is he speaking of another lady entirely?

My daughter?

The man seemed oblivious of my shock though as he marched towards Justin who was shaking, his eyes widened in shock.

“Adam…” Mum called again, and he stopped, pausing for a moment and took in a deep breath, perhaps to calm his temper.

Then slowly, ever so slowly, he turned to my mum and his expression changed.

From angry, to something else. Guilt, remorse, pain, and …love?

Again…who is this man?

But deep down I already knew who he was.

However, I was too shaken to admit that to myself because it couldn't be.

“Elena…” He murmured and took a step forward, but my mum retraced with one step… silently making it clear that she didn't want him close.

He got the message because his face tightened with more guilt.

I walked beside my mum protectively. I have no idea