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    The young man who walked in bore an uncanny resemnce to the person in the portrait. Katelyn and the others momentarily widened their eyes in shock, instinctively ncing at the man in ck whom they had tied up.


    What was going on here?


    How could there be two individuals who looked identical? Could they perhaps be twins?


    Upon noticing the stunned expressions on Katelyn and the others, Dale’s face lit up with a self-satisfied grin. He turned toward Earl Poulos and said, “Uncle Dous, here is your long-lost son. After all these years of searching, I’ve finally brought him home.”


    Earl Poulos’ eyes widened in shock. For a moment, he forgot about his cane, his steps shaky as he approached the young man. “My son, my Kenny, you’ve really returned!”


    Kenny was indeed the name of Earl Poulos’ actual son.


    In a sh of recognition, Kenny’s eyes welled up with tears, and he eagerly sped Earl Poulos’ hand. “Are you really my father? But why didn’t you search for me all these years?”


    “You were snatched by bad people while ying near the doorway. I’ve never stopped looking for you,” Earl Poulos replied, tears streaming down his face.


    The years of yearning and sorrow finally came to an end. To lose something so precious and then have it returned was one of the greatest joys in life, especially when it was a child who had been missing for so long.


    Earl Poulos looked at Kenny closely, gripping his hand, overwhelmed with emotion. “Now that you’re here, nothing else matters.”


    Kenny, too, wiped his tears and nodded, embracing Earl Poulos tightly. “I promise, I’ll never leave your side again.”


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    As they watched the heartfelt reunion of father and son after so many years, Katelyn’s expression was tinged with doubt.


    Had they made a mistake?


    Yet, how could two people look so strikingly simr? Earl Poulos had never mentioned his son having a twin brother.


    Vincent also eyed the man in ck suspiciously.


    Clearly, something was amiss.


    Dale’s triumphant expression was a dead giveaway—he was savoring his perceived victory.


    Vincent knelt before the man in ck, firmly grasped his chin, and tilted it upward. There was a loud crack as the man’s dislocated jaw clicked back into ce. Now able to speak, the man in ck eximed, “What do you want from me? Release me! I need to return and protect the princess!”


    The raspy voice of the man in ck instantly drew Earl Poulos’ attention.


    He looked at the man in ck, then at Kenny, clearly stunned. “How can you two look the same? I have only one son.”


    “You should be questioning Vincent and his crew about that. They’vee up with a sinister scheme to seize the castle.”


    Dale quickly cut in, casting a scornful nce at Katelyn and the others. “Uncle Dous, their n was to use Kenny to force and transfer deal with you. I never imagined they’d stoop to using an impostor.”


    Dale’s bold ims instantly infuriated Jaxen. He rolled up his sleeves and eximed, “How shameless are you? You’re the one making false usations. Who knows where you found this fake to negotiate thend deal with Earl Poulos?”


    Dale gave a derisive snort, looking smug.


    “I’m the only family Uncle Dous has left. How could I use this situation to trick him? Besides, the will clearly names me as the heir.”


    Vincent stared at Dale with a cold expression, openly challenging him. “You’re desperate to liquidate the castle to settle your gambling debts.”


    Dale jumped up instantly, angrily retorting, “That’s ridiculous.”


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    She stepped closer,paring the two men’s faces. They were astonishingly simr, as though sculpted from the same block. Even the tiny mole under the man in ck’s eye was identically replicated. Side by side, they looked like copies.


    Yet, which one was the real one?


    Dale scoffed and faced Earl Poulos. “Uncle Dous, surely you can tell who your own son is?”


    Earl Poulos approached Kenny, inspecting him intently, before turning to examine the man in ck’s face. Katelyn and the others waited in tense silence, eagerly anticipating Earl Poulos’ reply.


    “I remember that—”


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