"Richard Coldwell…" Ethan Wilson's eyes, dark and deep, flickered with an unusual light.
He adjusted little Ben Lucas's collar, his tone even colder than before, "Jordan Lancaster, have you been hiding something from us?"
The mark that appeared on his left shoulder was identical to Richard Coldwell's, and it was no simple matter.
"This is my own business." Ben tugged at his collar, refusing to communicate with Ethan Wilson.
However, when he turned to meet Lily's concerned and worried gaze, Ben lowered his head again.
Lily felt extreme heartache for Ben and snatched her son, holding him tight.
She held Ben, resting her head on his shoulder, "Ben, can't you even tell your mom?"
Upon hearing Lily's words, Ben's small body trembled.
After a long while, Ben's clear, crisp voice quietly emerged.
"...Yes."
For his mother, no matter what, young Jordan Lancaster couldn't utter the word 'no.'
Ben hadn't planned on telling the adults at home about this.
