Kevan's seriousness made Larissa feel more panicked than ever. Clutching at the sheets tightly, Larissa asked so softly that she almost could not be heard, "Talk … about what?"

Kevan did not give her the chance to escape this. "Aster."

What was meant to come had come in the end.

Closing her eyes, Larissa took a deep breath and tried to calm her pounding heart.

"You're mistaken," she said. "Aster is not your son." This was the only way that would prevent her from thinking further into it.

"The report would not lie." Kevan's gaze was fixed on her. His voice was just a bit hoarse. "Larissa, don't lie to yourself."

"Lie to myself?" This term seemed to have triggered Larissa as she laughed suddenly. Her eyes were filled with plain mockery.

A chill crept up Kevan's spine, and his pupils shrunk a little. His fingers dug hard into the soft flesh of his palm.

"Ask yourself, Kevan Rogers. Who was the one who has been lying to themselves?" Her timidity vanished, and Larissa's eyes became