Greyson turned his head toward the voice, and there stood his younger brother, now much taller and more grown-up than he remembered.
Rafayel rushed in and threw his arms around him.
"Greyson! I missed you so much! It's me, Rafayel!"
Rafayel was desperately trying to prove his identity, but Greyson didn't need the words.
He knew it was him the moment he saw him.
He hugged Rafayel tightly and whispered, "I'm home, Raffy. You've grown so much," then pressed a gentle kiss to his brother's forehead.
Rafayel smiled shyly while laughing a bit in embarrassment, and Greyson glanced around.
"Young Master Greyson, it has been a long time," came a voice.
As always, she was quick to act—Tama was already approaching to greet him.
"Tama, it's been a while. Thank you for taking care of Raffy all this time."
"It's nothing. As long as I live, I plan to keep supporting Young Master Rafayel," she replied firmly.
Her dedication hadn't changed one bit since back then.
