Chapter 4

My parents, torn between worry and hope, kept urging me to go meet Jason King, Richard's son.

We met at an elegant café right in the center of the city.

Through the wafting aroma of coffee, I saw a man in a plain white shirt stand up.

He was taller than in his photos, and carried himself with a calm, steady vibe. His features were refined, and his eyes were warm and relaxed. There wasn't a hint of pressure in his gaze.

That was Jason.

There was none of the usual small talk or forced pleasantries. Once we sat down,…