Cordelia paused her speech, followed by a sigh.
“To be honest, I have no idea who Carter’s dad is either. I only remembered that when I was seven, my mom went out after dollying up. She got the neighbor to watch me before leaving, and she was gone for a month.
“I thought she abandoned me. Just when I was in despair, she came back. She was as beautiful as she headed out, but there was no longer light in her eyes, l-like a zombie wandering the streets. She would not respond to me no matter what I said to her.
“Then she gave birth to Carter.” Cordelia’s voice was getting lower. “Dad flew into a rage and gave her a scolding. The day they fought, I saw her laughing at my dad. The peals of laughter were terrifying. I feel a chill running down my spine whenever I recall it.
“That day, dad left a check, and he never came back. We only had a rushed meeting before I got married.” Cordelia scoffed and chuckled. “I guess he gave the check to cut ties with me and my mom.”
Marcus sat beside her, gently holding her skinny shoulders and pulling her into his embrace.
He was not in her life before, but he would not let her suffer anymore.
…
The people walking by were surprised to see Marcus sitting in Fredric’s office. The latter was a famous attorney in Centrolis and Jangasas. Those who came to him were respected figures of the upper class.
Meanwhile, Marcus was dressed casually in a baseball cap. Given his stern face and cold aura, people could not help but speculate about his identity.
“How did Mr. Constable get acquainted with such a person?”
“I heard he’s been working on criminal cases… Is he a criminal who is here to stir trouble?”
Marcus peeped at the door. Those people scattered when they saw that.
Fredric walked fast. Footsteps were approaching from far.
He was stunned when he entered his office. He shut the door and blinds, serving a cup of the highest quality Darjeeling tea.
“I heard those people talking as I was making my way here,” said Fredric while chuckling. “They told me there’s a criminal in my office, asking me to watch out. Hah, Z, it seems like you’re so much more superior than that Marcus. He’s just a thug, while you exude the charisma of a criminal!”
Marcus lifted his eyes to look. He smirked.
“Dude, are you not done with your hidden identity?”
Marcus did not respond to that. Instead, he asked. “Have you taken any real estate cases before?”
Fredric frowned.
“Real estate company?”
“Private property.”
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