"Cecilia, what exactly do you mean by bringing this person here?" Linden Nathan was old, but his mind was sharp. "Did you bring him here just to make me angry?"
"Mr. Nathan, I am Miles Sinclair. Cecilia brought me here this time to clear up the misunderstanding between us." Seeing Linden Nathan's agitation, Miles Sinclair's tone was exceptionally gentle. "I'm not a ghost or a monster. Back then, because of your 'attention,' I nearly lost my life. My parents had to send me abroad just to keep me alive."
"Dad, Miles Sinclair didn't die." Cecilia Nathan's expression was serene. "I didn't let you know when I was dating him back then, but now that he's alive, I feel there are some things you ought to know."
"Didn't die..." Linden Nathan's expression froze. Soon, his stunned look turned savage. "I watched you get cremated. The police also confirmed you were dead. If you say you didn't die, doesn't that make you an undocumented person now?"
