Cecilia glanced at Finn Hawthorne, her own identity coming to mind. She hesitated, unsure if she should tell him.
When Finn Hawthorne saw Cecilia start to speak only to stop herself, he didn't rush her. He walked to the table and poured her a glass of warm water.
"You've helped me before. I won't hurt you, so you can rest easy."
Perhaps sensing her fear, Finn Hawthorne's tone was gentle, and a faint smile spread across his lips.
Only then did Cecilia realize that he and Damian Hawthorne only looked alike at first glance. Finn Hawthorne's features were much gentler than Damian's.
Damian Hawthorne was devil-may-care, his languid exterior hiding a chilling aura that made people afraid to approach him.
Finn Hawthorne, on the other hand, perhaps from having to claw his way through society from a young age, seemed better at reading people and was more approachable.
Thinking about her background, Cecilia lowered her gaze slightly. "Actually... I'm..."
