"Dad?"
Adam Willow's soft call was like a bolt of lightning in the corridor. The originally tense and confrontational few instantly fell silent, and the air seemed to solidify.
Maria Carter slowly raised her head, her gaze wandering back and forth between Adam Willow and Evan Palmer.
The delicate face that bore some resemblance to Carlos was now colorless: "You are... Amelia Willow's brother? What did you just call my dad?"
Evan Palmer's expression instantly became stiff, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He gave Adam Willow a stern look, signaling for the latter to shut up.
But Adam merely adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a sardonic curve forming at the corner of his mouth: "I called him dad, you didn't hear wrong."
Fragments of memory surged in Maria Carter's mind.
On a rainy day back in middle school, she had once seen a slender boy standing at a bus station through the Rolls-Royce window, staring gloomily in her direction.
