"So I actually have a biological uncle out there." Grace let out a bitter laugh, fresh tears tracking down her cheeks. "Did you know? I have a father, three brothers, and an identical twin sister."
"Yet look at the life I've lived."
Grace pointed to her legs, then pressed a hand to her chest.
"Aside from the twin I never even met growing up, my entire family... treated me like dirt."
She threw Damien a hollow, empty look. "My mother had a brother in the Hawke family. But that uncle..."
Thinking of Bastian, a mocking smile twisted her lips.
"Even if his kindness toward me wasn't entirely pure... he's already dead."
"And now you're telling me I have another uncle."
"Ha... why must I be the only one tortured like this? Why?"
Grace buried her face in her hands and wailed.
"That's enough."
Damien's throat tightened. "Grace, don't say another word. It's in the past."
"It's not!" Her muffled voice sobbed out. "It will never be in the past!"
Fiona wept openly.
"My child, I'm the one who failed you... If you need to hate someone, hate me."
She roughly wiped her tears.
"As for Caelan... it wasn't that he refused to look for you. He had no control over his own fate."
Under Damien's icy glare, Fiona hesitantly spilled the buried secret.
"Caelan was two years older than Lauren."
"When your grandfather and I decided to flee Europe that night, Caelan was already missing. We searched like madmen, but with every passing minute, the risk of Lauren being taken grew."


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