[Bennet Mansion]
In the mansion's study room, Charles, Haines, Atlas, and Zoren sat tensely around the couches. Their expressions were grim, the tension in the room at an all-time high.
Hugo was also present, but he chose to keep his distance, leaning quietly against the window.
"That's impossible," Charles muttered after a prolonged silence.
His eyes were fixed on the photo laid out on the table. It wasn't the same one he had seen among Slater's things — this was a printed copy of an old family portrait. A family of four: an old woman, a boy, then a young couple standing behind.
Slowly, he lifted his dilated gaze to the person sitting across from him.
Zoren.
"That... that woman is your mother?" he asked under his breath.
Zoren nodded. "Like First Brother said, the photo you saw with Third Brother was a portrait of my mother. He said he accidentally took it with him when my grandmother showed him some old pictures."
