"Ma'am, this is the eldest young master, Julian," Mrs. Lane said, pointing to the other boy in the photograph.
"Back when the Young Master lived at the old family residence, he and Julian were very close. After the Madam confiscated his camera, Julian secretly gave him a new one."
Mrs. Lane sighed. "But then, for some reason, Julian suddenly fell gravely ill. After he recovered, it was like he'd become a completely different person. He stopped playing with the Young Master and even threw his dog from an upper floor. White Sugar died right in front of his eyes... and the Young Master was only eight years old. Oh, that poor child!"
Nina Walsh froze, her gaze fixed on the young, innocent face of Aiden Sinclair in the photo.
