Three years later, the Shin mansion had become almost unrecognisable from the quiet, perfectly arranged residence it had once been, because the long hallways that had previously echoed only with the footsteps of servants were now filled with children's laughter, scattered toys, abandoned shoes, and the occasional scream whenever the twins decided to chase one another around furniture that was worth more than most people's houses.
Near the garden terrace, Liam stood with his sleeves rolled up while the little princess sat proudly on his shoulders and her twin brother clung to his back, both of them ordering him to run faster as though the most powerful underground mafia leader in the country had suddenly become their personal horse.
"Faster, Uncle Liam!" the little girl shouted while pulling at his hair.
