Chapter 805

Rosalind froze when she heard Lillian call the man "Everett."

She knew Lillian was mistaking him for her brother. Days ago, when Rosalind first saw him, she had nearly made the same mistake.

"He's not Everett," Rosalind said quickly.

"Yes, he is! I can't be wrong! That's definitely Everett! Everett—!"

Lillian hadn't seen Everett in three years. He was the only family she had left, and she was certain she wouldn't confuse him with anyone else.

"Lillian, listen to me. He isn't your brother," Rosalind said gently.

The man in the driver's seat turned his cold, piercing gaze toward Lillian. His voice was calm but distant. "You're mistaken. I'm not your brother."

"I don't believe you! Take off your mask! Let me see your face!" Lillian demanded, desperation lacing her words.

"Lillian!" Rosalind tried to stop her.

But the man merely sighed. "Fine."

He lifted the mask, revealing a face marred by deep scars.

Lillian gasped, her breath hitching. "Your face—"

The mask slid back into place. "Still think I'm your brother?"

Lillian hesitated. "I—"

"I have places to be. Goodbye."

The car engine roared as he sped away.

"Everett!" Lillian cried out, taking a step forward.

Rosalind pulled her back, holding her tightly. "I know how much you want to believe it, but he isn't Everett."

Tears spilled down Lillian's cheeks. "Where is he? Why hasn't he come back in three years? Did he forget about us?"

Rosalind's own eyes burned with unshed tears. The pain inside her was sharper than Lillian could imagine.

Lillian sobbed. "I miss him so much! Why did he just disappear? Where could he possibly be?"

Rosalind could only hold her tighter, offering silent comfort.

Lillian was shattered.

Since she was leaving for the research base tomorrow, Rosalind guided her inside to shower and rest. Standing by the window, Rosalind gazed at the city lights—beautiful but distant, just like the man she was searching for.

Everett had been missing for three years.

Her thoughts drifted back to the cab driver. Was he really just a driver? Those sharp, clear eyes—they had looked so much like Everett's.

On impulse, Rosalind pulled out her phone and found the driver's WhatsApp. His profile picture was a plain black square—mysterious, unreadable.

She scrolled through his status updates, but they were blank.

What had happened to his face? Who was he? She didn't understand why she was so fixated on this stranger.

She sent him a transfer of 70 dollars. [Thanks for tonight.]

Ding!

A reply came instantly. [You're welcome.]

Brief. Distant.

Rosalind exhaled, shaking her head at herself.

She slipped her phone back into her pocket and left Lillian's room, heading to the living room.

Just then, Victoria Whitmore appeared. "Rosalind."

Victoria was Rosalind's mother. Despite being from the Whitmore family, Rosalind carried her mother's surname.

Victoria was elegant, youthful, and always impeccably dressed. She and Alistair had a strong marriage, and Rosalind was their cherished only daughter.

"Is Lillian asleep?" Victoria asked.

Rosalind nodded. "Yes. She just went to bed."

Victoria sighed. "I need to talk to you. The Blackwoods just called. They want to meet to discuss your engagement with Julian."