Feng Gui tapped his fingertips against the sandalwood armrest. The amber teacup reflected flickering light on the marble tabletop. "That works too. Medicine is advanced these days, as long as everything works on your end."
Feng Wanting frowned. "I know what you mean, but I won't do that."
Their back-and-forth infuriated Liu Ke. She gave a scornful laugh, her nails nearly digging into her flesh. "You certainly don't care, but do you know who that man is?!"
"The moment I saw him, I thought he looked familiar. I couldn't place him then. Only afterward did I realize why-because I'd seen his photograph five years ago."
Her hoarse voice trembled and cracked. "Because his father was one of the six people who caused your eldest son's death!"
"..."
The instant her last word fell, the air seemed to freeze solid. Under the chandelier's light, the veins in Liu Ke's neck throbbed.
Those few sentences tore open the Feng Family's agony from five years ago. As a mother, Liu Ke could never think of that night without her tears falling uncontrollably. Now she was so distraught she could barely breathe, standing there with grief written all over her face.
Feng Gui stared at Feng Wanting in disbelief, searching his expression for something.
"...What?" Feng Wanting felt as though lightning had struck him. Dumbstruck, he froze on the sofa, unable to move. Fragments of memory frantically rearranged themselves in his mind. In that moment, he understood. Everything strange about Pei Yang suddenly made sense, as did why Pei Yang's father had fled in terror upon seeing his face that night.
More than one person had said he looked like his older brother.
Despite all the signs, Feng Wanting still couldn't believe it. His voice was composed yet trembling. "You must have made a