"It's good to see you're doing well, Nolan."
The man on the left was the one who spoke.
He was tall, around 1.9 meters, with a handsome face and short, neatly combed black hair.
His eyes were a stunning shade of blue, like the midday sky.
He wore a gray suit with a white collared shirt and a red tie.
His face bore an uncanny resemblance to Nolan's—almost ninety percent alike.
The man was Arden Frey, the head of the Frey family and Nolan's biological father.
Nolan turned to the calm, impassive man with a complicated expression.
"Thank you for your words, Father," he replied flatly.
"How are you feeling? Did the doctor say anything?"
The woman beside Arden stepped forward, pulling the little girl along with her.
Nolan looked at the woman with a complicated gaze.
She had a beautiful face that seemed untouched by time.
Her long ginger-red hair flowed down her back.
She wore an elegant red dress that suited her perfectly.
