"My dear girl." Charles spoke, his voice trembling slightly. Chloe stopped arranging the items and turned to him. Charles sat slumped in his armchair, his figure appearing frail and diminished. The once-imposing patriarch of the Myers family was now an elderly man, his hair gone silver, his presence marked more by quiet weariness than authority. "I'm right here, Grandpa." Chloe walked over and pulled a chair close to sit beside him. The fading afternoon sun washed over them, casting a warm, gentle light. Memories surfaced—the chance encounter years ago when she had first met Charles. She had been gravely injured, clinging to life. By happenstance, she had intervened in an attack on him, and in return, he had saved her, pulling her back from the brink at great personal cost. In the haze before she lost consciousness, Charles had asked if she was alright. She hadn't answered. He had then masterfully contained the incident, suppressing all news as if nothing had occurred. At the time, Charles had used the alleged attack as a pretext to retreat to the family estate for a supposed six-month convalescence. In truth, he was fine. The doctors who visited the estate daily were there for Chloe. After half a year, she recovered fully. During that time, Charles also learned her true identity—the eldest daughter of the Lewis family. Later, he personally escorted her back to them. To conceal her past, they fabricated the story of finding her in a remote coastal community. Later... certain events transpired, leading to her marriage to Arthur. Chloe understood Charles' hopes for that union, but things had unfolded as they did. It simply wasn't meant to be. She and Arthur were never destined to be together. "Chloe, I've had people investigating. I will find the man from six years ago for you," Charles murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Finding him or not... it doesn't truly matter anymore." Chloe's response was calm, her expression detached as she gave a slight shrug. "And if we did find him, what then? Drag him before me to kneel and beg forgiveness? Should I rage, or perhaps kill him to vent my anger? Does any of that hold meaning now?" Charles looked at her, falling into a heavy silence."Whoever he was, I must thank him for giving me such an extraordinary son." A faint, genuine smile touched Chloe's lips. "Robert is an incredible boy. Since he's so remarkable, I imagine his father must be exceptional as well. If fate didn't intend for us to meet, there's no use forcing it. I don't... hate him." Hate seemed a pointless concept. After coming to understand the full truth, she found she felt nothing so strong—just a distant acceptance. Her life, as it was now, was actually... fine. "My girl, you've endured so much all these years. I..." "I'm alright. I have good people around me now. Friends who stand by me, and Robert. I am content. It's just that..." Chloe's smile softened, and she reached out to cover Charles' aged hand with her own. "I won't be able to visit you often in the future." Hearing this, Charles immediately tensed, his face clouding with deep concern. "Chloe, is it... those people?" "Those people" was Charles' term for the shadowy figures who had hunted her all those years ago. He had never pressed for details, knowing only that they wanted her dead. He had helped bury all traces of her survival. It was fortunate she was Scott's child; otherwise, one might have thought Charles had taken her in as his own granddaughter. "Don't worry, I'm safe. It's just... after all this time, there are matters from my past that I must finally settle." Chloe offered no further specifics about Vincent. Vincent himself was an enigma. Who would have guessed that the master of "Silverash", the clandestine organization that wielded significant influence in certain global gray markets, would be... unhinged? Recalling those distant events, a trace of self-mocking amusement crossed Chloe's features. She owed her current skillset to Vincent. He had given her a second life and trained her to her peak. When she had disappeared, nearly dead years ago, it was Vincent who had found and saved her, pulling her into the fold of Silverash. Within that world, the only way out was death. She excelled, becoming Vincent's most capable lieutenant. She thrived in that environment, mastering the necessary arts of survival and control. Operating under multiple identities, she learned to navigate complex situations with ease. Her codename had been... Clo. Vincent had given her that name.Vincent had two primary operatives—Shade and Clo. Both were his protégés. Shade was a year older. Stubborn and defiant as a child, she had been deemed "un-sellable" by the traffickers who held her. Instead, they kept her, forcing her into theft and petty crime. Enduring brutal abuse, Shade eventually fought back, killing her captor and escaping the hellish operation. During her flight, Vincent took her under his protection, and she became his fiercely loyal subordinate. Within the extensive, secretive network of Silverash, when Vincent was absent, Shade and Clo together represented his absolute authority.