Chapter 125: How am i a look alike?
"How is that even possible? I look exactly like my mother. Why should I believe a single word you’re saying?" Angel said flatly, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Arthur froze mid-sentence, his lips slightly parted as if the weight of realization had just crashed down on him.
For a long moment, he said nothing, merely leaning back in his chair, his hands pressing against his cheeks while he crossed one leg over the other, deep in thought.
His expression shifted from confusion to contemplation, as if piecing together a puzzle he hadn’t even realized was incomplete.
Then, suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"Oh... oh yeah," he muttered, almost to himself. A crooked smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he sat up straighter. "You’re absolutely right. My foolishness could’ve exposed me. But then again... how else can I prove it to you? How else can I make you see the truth?"
Before Angel could respond, Arthur abruptly shot forward in his seat, the sudden movement causing his chair to scrape against the floor with a sharp sound.
His hands slammed on the couch Angel was seated on, caging her.
His excitement almost making him lurch toward her. Angel instinctively recoiled, her reflexes quick enough to pull back before he could invade her space.
"Unless, of course, there’s something called science, right?" he said with a smirk, his voice tinged with a knowing amusement.
Angel’s brows furrowed deeply as she muttered, "That can’t—"