Neil pressed on, "She looks like your wife, doesn''t she? You used to say Ms. Alyssa and your wife were so alike—in both appearance and personality—that they seemed like exact copies of each other."


    "My wife... Feli-"


    A deep frown creased Winston''s face. Suddenly, a sharp, agonizing pain tore through his head. He clutched his head frantically, gasping for breath.


    "Mr. Taylor!"


    Unable to bear seeing him in such pain, Neil hurriedly said, "It''s alright. Don''t force yourself. Let''s stop if you can''t remember..."


    Winston lowered his head, his hands tightening around the nket on hisp. Then his fingers spread, the veins on the back of his hands throbbing visibly.


    "Ci... Ci..." he murmured, the name etched deep within his heart.


    "Mr. Taylor, you just said your wife''s name! Do you remember her now?" Neil eximed, dropping to one knee beside him, his eyes brimming with tears.


    Cici-also known as Felicity Whitaker-was Alyssa''s mother''s birth name. In Kontina''s top-secret files, she was listed as a most-wanted criminal, still pursued by the Kontinian royal family for espionage and treason.


    Felicity had fled in destitution and nearly lost her life before Winston saved her. Over time, as they spent their days together, he fell in love with her despite knowing she was a fugitive who could bring danger upon the entire Taylor family.


    To sever ties with her past, Felicity concealed her identity, changing her name to Jennifer Whitaker while remaining by Winston''s side.


    She devoted herself to caring for his daily life, setting aside her formermanding presence as an officer of the Kontinian royal family and bing gentle and attentive instead. As time passed, Winston grew deeply attached to her, even considering marriage-despite knowing she didn''t love him.


    Inside the silver locket she always wore was a photograph of the Kontinian king. To others, it might have seemed like a sign of loyalty, but Winston knew the truth. The king was the man she loved with all her heart—the one she longed for even in exile, even through endless hardship.


    She never stopped loving him.


    And she was carrying his children.


    At the time, she was pregnant with four healthy boys.


    As her pregnancy progressed, Winston finally knelt before her. Gently stroking her swollen belly, he proposed with eyes full of so unwavering devotion.


    "Cici, I want you to be my wife. As husband and wife, I can protect you better. You don''t have to worry about implicating me and you don''t have to worry about the children you''re carrying.


    "From this day on, they will be my sons. Your eldest will inherit the Taylor family, and


    I will do everything I can to raise them with you."


    He didn''t care that she loved another man. He didn''t care that the children weren''t


    his.


    He loved her for who she was for her very soul. And he was willing to ept everything that came with her.


    In the end, Felicity epted his proposal-not only for the safety he offered, but also to repay him for saving her life.


    That year, with only God as their witness, they were legally married-without a grand ceremony, without blessings from family.


    It didn''t matter that she didn''t love


    him. Even if she had used him et


    of


    brought hing danger he was content as long as he could see her and the children every day.


    Just then, a knock sounded at the door.


    "Dad..."


    Alyssa and Remy entered the hospital room one after the other.


    "Mr. Taylor, look who''s back," Neil said softly, his tear-filled gaze shifting toward Remy.