The heavy gaze fell upon the two men beside Frederick Owen.
One, she recognized.
The other, she did not recognize.
Jasmine Yale's eyes were still filled with endless astonishment; she furrowed her brows.
The two men were also staring at her, their expressions similar to hers, very surprised.
Jasmine Yale looked at them again, suppressing the surging waves in her chest: "Sit down."
The younger of the two men was Chris Fern.
The other one, a bit older, if she guessed correctly, was her biological father.
This middle-aged man's eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Chris Fern's, certain features like the bridge of his nose, his eyes... they even seemed carved from the same mold.
The year before, she had always wanted to know who her father was. She even thought that if she met her father, she'd be thrilled because she longed for family so much.
But now, for some reason, her heart didn't hit the expected excitement.
