"Are you saying she's not my mother? But her appearance..." Nolan Lucas looked at Tara Hammond with an uncharacteristic gaze of doubt.
"Resemblance can happen by chance. They could deliberately find someone with a similar appearance to you. Nolan, don't believe them. They're lying to you..."
"Bullshit!" Before Tara Hammond could finish, Benjamin Lucas IX exploded in anger.
He shouted fiercely and grabbed the sick woman's right hand, pulling up her aleeve without hesitation.
With the aleeve removed, her emaciated, pale arm, showing faint traces of blood vessels, was revealed.
Countless needle marks covered the sick woman's arm, etched against the bluish hue of her blood vessels.
Some needle marks were fresh; others were scars from much farther in the past.
She was unable to speak, her reactions dull. Just looking at those horrifying marks made it clear the unimaginable torment this woman had endured.
