Martin drove to the Pierce estate after Kane relayed Rowan's message. Upon stepping out of the car, he was greeted by the butler and escorted to the parlor.
"Good to see you," Albert said with a quiet smile as they exchanged a handshake. He gestured toward the sofa. "Please, have a seat."
As Martin sat down, Albert's gaze lingered on him. He searched for any trace of Edgar but found none.
There was no resemblance at all, save for the green eyes and even those only stood out upon closer inspection.
Still, he chose to trust Rowan. His son had never been careless with his faith, least of all when it involved outsiders.
"I believe you already know why I asked you here."
"Yes. It's about Edgar Hale."
Albert nodded. "Good. Then there's no need for me to pretend I know nothing about the situation. I'll be honest."
His gaze fell on the items stacked neatly on the coffee table.
