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With that settled, Barbara made her way upstairs to her room.
The butler, who was just as skilled at reading the room, quietly gestured for the other household staff to leave. He then withdrew from the room himself, closing the doors behind him to ensure the Hendersons and Elliana hadplete privacy.
Once they were truly alone, Elliana didn’t waste a single second. “I need all of you to look at this carefully.” She set her phone down on the polished table, the screen disying the photo of Jules that she’d managed to capture secretly the night before. “Do you think this could be Cutler?”
Gatlin, Eloisa, and Charles all leaned forward at exactly the same moment, their breath catching in their throats.
Cutler had gone missing when he was barely two years old. The Henderson family had spent countless years searching for him, following every lead and clinging to fragile hope. After more than two decades, just hearing his name spoken aloud was enough to send shockwaves through all of them.
When Gatlin, Eloisa, and Charles actually looked at the face staring back at them from the phone screen, that initial shock transformed into something much more powerful—a surge of desperate, almost unbelievable hope.
The young man in the photograph, from the shape of his eyebrows to the way he held himself, looked remarkably simr to Charles. They could have easily passed for brothers.
“This…” Eloisa’s hand shook violently as she grabbed the phone, pulling it closer to her face. “He looks… He looks exactly like Cutler! It has to be him. My Cutler. My son!”
Gatlin moved closer, his eyes locked on the screen with intense focus. “The resemnce is incredible. The way he carries himself, that look in his eyes… It’s exactly the same expression Cutler had when he was little.”
A person’s physical features could change dramatically between childhood and adulthood, but parents could always spot those unchanged qualities with a single nce, no matter how many years had passed.
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At that moment, both Gatlin and Eloisa felt something deep in their souls telling them the truth. This wasn’t a coincidental resemnce. It was something much deeper—a parental instinct, an unshakeable certainty that they were looking at their son who had been stolen from them twenty-three long years ago.<fn433d> For original chapters go to FιndNovel</fn433d>
Charles, his voice thick with barely controlled emotion, was the first one to ask the question that mattered most. “Ms. Marsh, where exactly did you get this photograph?”
Holding nothing back, Elliana recounted the details of the assassination attempt from the night before. “That’s the long and short of it,” she concluded. “Even in the middle of all that chaos and fighting, I couldn’t help but notice how incredibly simr he looked to you, Charles. It wasn’t just his facial features—his whole way of moving and carrying himself reminded me of you. I managed to take this photo while we were fighting them off.”
Gatlin and Eloisa had listened to every word with growing tension, their initial hope now mixed with a terrible sense of dread about what this might all mean. When Elliana finally finished, Eloisa’s voice came out as barely more than a broken whisper. “An assassin? How could our sweet little Cutler have be someone who kills for a living? He must have been taken by some horrible criminal organization when he was just a baby. They must have warped his mind and trained him to be that kind of person.”
Eloisa no longer had any doubt whatsoever. The young man in that photograph was definitely her lost son.
Clinging to logic, Elliana could see that Eloisa was getting swept away by her emotions and tried to reason with her. “Eloisa, please, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. There are many people in the world who look alike. Right now, we don’t have any solid proof that this man is actually Cutler. I understand how desperately you want him to be Cutler, but we have to be absolutely certain before we get our hopes up too high.”
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