After listening to Tricia’s instructions, Benjamin carefully took the tiny great-grandson into his arms. The baby was so unbelievably soft that Benjamin hardly dared to move. Then, to everyone’s surprise, the little one looked up at him and broke into the sweetest smile—accompanied by a gurgling coo only newborns could make. Benjamin’s eyes lit up in astonishment. “He—he smiled at me! Did you see that? He smiled at me!” His booming voice startled everyone; they had all been speaking softly so as not to frighten the fragile infant. Benjamin immediately lowered his tone, but the baby didn’t flinch—in fact, he giggled again, the sound melting every heart in the room. While warmth filled the hospital room, a very different scene played out in a prison not far away. Solivair had been behind bars for three years, spending his days hunched over a sewing machine, numb to life. Just a few days earlier, a letter from Arthur had dropped into his hands—bearing news so shocking he didn’t know whether to feel joy or grief. His mind had been so clouded that he’d nearly sewn through his own hand. Arthur’s letter told him that Kelly—his Kelly—was the daughter of none other than Benjamin, the leader of Heaven’s Cult. And Lynn, his missing daughter, was Benjamin’s biological granddaughter. When Lynn disappeared, Benjamin had been the one to find her, rename her Nina, and have her take her mother’s surname. The name “Nina” was one he’d heard whispered on Heaven Island before. Back then, he’d idly speculated with others about how the leader had suddenly acquired a granddaughter. Never had it crossed his mind that this elusive Nina—who lived in the palace and never appeared in public—was actually his own Lynn. It all made sense now. No wonder he’d searched the world to no avail—his daughter had been in the palace all along, a place off-limits to anyone outside Benjamin’s inner circle. And with Arthur being Benjamin’s grandson, that meant Kelly was Arthur’s aunt, making Arthur his own nephew by marriage. A cold sweat broke over him as he thought of how he had once treated Arthur—nearly killing him. If Arthur hadn’t offered news of Lynn just in time, he might have done it, and then how would he have faced Kelly in the afterlife? Ryder had also written, seething over the truth of Mia’s death. Solivair accepted every ounce of his anger, knowing there was nothing he could do now to make amends. At least, knowing Lynn was safe with Benjamin, he could finally unclench the heart he had carried in torment for years. Meanwhile, in a nearby cell, Renee was being dragged across the floor by her hair, her fellow inmates taking turns tormenting her. She was nothing now—just a shell stumbling through her days, prey for anyone who wanted to amuse themselves.The daily cruelty had made her taste the suffering Arthur endured as a boy, bullied relentlessly by Zac and his gang. Regret ate at her constantly, but it changed nothing. The harm she had caused Arthur could never be erased, and she would never get a chance to atone. Renee had grown up in a poor family, dreaming of marrying a rich man to change her fate. Making it into a university filled with wealthy heirs had felt like her golden ticket. She’d set her sights on John, even though he already had a girlfriend, Raelynn—because his money mattered more to her than anything else. She had been close to winning him over when Stephen appeared. Though he kept his identity under wraps, Renee’s practiced eye spotted the truth—his looks, his bearing, everything about him screamed that he was the son of a powerful family.