Despite his answer, Davis felt a wave of emotion crash over him.
He hadn't expected that, in the end, it would be outsiders who cared for his well-being, while his own blood kin sharpened their knives against him.
Josh Anderson sighed, studying him quietly before gesturing toward the nearest seat as he sat back on the recliner.
A maid entered with a tray of juice, placing it carefully on the side table. "Thank you," Davis murmured.
He lifted the cup, took a sip, and set it down again. His gaze remained fixed on Josh. "How have you been?"
"I have always been," Josh smirked, "and much better these days. At least there is a headway."
"You sent more people?"
"No. I only asked Julian to investigate. For some reason, there was a breakthrough. He located her in Country Y."
"That's great news."
"Julian left just hours ago. A pity you two haven't met, even after all these years."
