At that instant, her blurry memories of that face suddenly became clear.

The face she was looking at in front of her at that moment looked so much like that of her eldest grandson. It was almost a clone!

Tears welled up in Agatha's eyes. She raised her trembling hands to touch Mark's face. "You've returned."

Mark felt a little uneasy. He pushed her hands away.

Agatha frantically pulled him back and asked urgently, "Who are you? What is your name?"

"I would like to know who the hell I am too." Mark retracted his hand and stood up. He towered over Agatha and looked at her.

"Why did you destroy my mother's grave? The men you hired at the border said you were looking for me. Why were you looking for me?"

Back then, when Yvonne had said that he was not Jennifer Johnson's son, he had fought for his life to run out from the fire.

When he arrived at the border, he realized that Jennifer's grave had been destroyed. After looking into it, he found out that Agatha was behind it.

He had