Gwynn stood in the ward and blinked softly.

She wasn’t a fool. She had a good idea why Archibald lost his composure. Was it because she and Anderson looked alike? Or, was it because she brought up some old memories in him?

“Mommy! Mommy!” Lorian pulled at her sleeves gently.

Gwynn came back to her senses, bent down, and carried him in her arms. “Come on. Let’s go outside and get you out in the sun.”

Then, she flashed Anderson an apologetic smile.

The young man patted Lorian’s head. He was graceful and affectionate. “I’ll see you again.”

The little boy knew how to act cute with him. He rubbed his face on Anderson’s palm.

Later, Anderson caught up to his grandfather at the central courtyard on the ground floor.

“Grandpa.”

Archibald loved his grandson very much. A fortune teller proclaimed Anderson to be extremely wealthy, but she also said his grandson would be haunted by a terrible condition.

So, he made a point to give Anderson a name as close to his as possible. He was h