Owen Moreland placed his hands on Amelia Clarke's shoulders, looking straight into her eyes as he bent down his tall figure. After a moment, he playfully brushed the tip of her nose with his finger, smiled, and said, "That's very silly."
Amelia Clarke touched the tip of her nose that Owen's knuckle had brushed, saying, "I have never told you before that Mason is Isaac Taylor's son."
"I didn't say it before because I didn't want my mother's image to be tarnished. Now that I'm telling you, it's because I think you should know sooner or later. Isaac Taylor no longer has the ability to threaten me, and he's living a very miserable life. Even with all the hatred I have, he's not worth hating anymore. Besides, he is, after all, Mason's biological father, and Mason will have to kowtow before his grave in the future."
Amelia murmured, and as Owen watched her peaceful and gentle face, a sudden indescribable tenderness surged from the bottom of his heart.
