What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 420

Lewis was sitting slackly on the sofa, clutching an old photo, its colors faded to a yellowish tint. He studied it for some time before shifting his gaze to Steward, who was seated across from him.

Steward suffered extremely severe burns, and Lewis couldn't distinguish even the slightest similarity between him and the face in the photo.

Steward fixed his only intact eye on Lewis. They studied each other for several moments. Then, Steward asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

"You should know why. Tell me what you know, or you'll face the consequences."

Steward chuckled when he heard that. His smile looked exceptionally ghastly on his face, covered with burn wounds. "Look at me. I've been through enough myself. What else can you possibly do to me?"

Lewis smiled too. He handed the photo to Phineas, standing beside him. A cigarette appeared between his fingers, and Phineas immediately fished out a lighter to light it for him. "You seem to have little understanding of me. What I'm capable of is beyond anything you can imagine."

Steward said nonchalantly, "Then do it. I'm not saying anything."

Wisps of smoke encircled Lewis' fingers as his steady gaze fell on Steward. Amidst the smoke, his smile appeared to be a bit more malicious. "You're someone with a backbone," Lewis commented leisurely, "I admire people like you." Then, Lewis seemed to recall something and turned to say to Phineas, "Bring Josephine here."

As he expected, Steward sat upright almost instantly. If it weren't for the burns on his face, they would've seen his expression shifting unpredictably.

"What do you want?" Steward sounded urgent.

Lewis smiled. "I told you, what I'm capable of is beyond anything you can imagine."

"You—"Steward could endure anything they sent his way, but he wasn't sure if Josephine could handle it.

"You're a smart guy. I only have one question for you, and I want the truth."

"What is it?"

Lewis pulled out another photo and thrust it on the table. "Tell me his true name."

Steward's eyes fell on the photo. The person in it wore a suit of maroon tuxedo. He was tall and slim, standing with one arm in front of him. He had a smile and a lock of short wavy hair falling on one side of his face. His features were remarkably striking, so much so someone might mistake him for a woman—it was Seth.

Steward inspected the photo for a long time without saying a word.

"Hm? Don't tell me you don't know who he is."

Steward looked at Lewis hesitantly. "He is the eldest son of the Vance family, Leon Vance."

Lewis abruptly let out a chuckle upon hearing that. "It seems there's no way for us to have a sincere conversation."

Steward was irked. "Why would you ask me if you didn't trust me?"

"Steward, I'll give you a final chance. Who is this man?" He added, "I may not know any less than you do, so you would probably want to stop beating around the bush. I don't have much patience, and it's not my habit to give someone who commits mistakes a second chance."

Steward clenched his fists.

The hall fell into a deadly silence. The photo of Seth smiling with a hint of creepiness lay quietly on the table.

After a long silence, Steward's hoarse voice slowly said, "He's Sir and Madam's adopted son."

Lewis' eyes narrowed.

Steward paused before continuing, "His name is Alex Vance."

When he heard the name, Lewis snapped the cigarette he held in half, and a sinister-looking smile crept onto his face. "It's him."

Steward looked at Lewis in surprise. "Do you know him?"

"I ran a background check on all the men in the Vance family, and he didn't fit any of their descriptions. I see now. That's why I couldn't find anything on him." Lewis smirked. If it weren't for Josephine letting slip the name "Alex," his investigation would've ended up fruitless.