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