"Is she the one?" Don Valentino's voice remained calm despite the uneasiness crawling through his chest.
Adams' breath caught at the question. His lips parted several times, but no coherent words came out.
His heart was in complete disarray. He had never imagined the Don would discover the truth, nor had he expected him to ask so directly.
Adams swallowed repeatedly. His throat felt so dry that speaking was like dragging sandpaper across his vocal cords.
The Don waited patiently without uttering another word. When Adams continued to remain silent, he slowly turned around until their eyes met.
His lips parted once more, his voice softer this time, yet no less firm. "Is she really your sister?"
Adams swallowed before giving a slow nod.
The Don's shoulders visibly relaxed. Relief flooded his features, and his reddened eyes glistened before he slowly turned away again to face the vast green field stretching before them.
