Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

"Let’s head inside," Marina said as she led Justin’s way.

"You look like Alex," Marina commented. "I hope she recognises you."

Justin hummed, and they entered the home. A middle-aged servant, who seemed to be the caretaker of this place, welcomed them.

She looked at Justin and then at Marina. "Madam, the young master looks just like his father."

Marina smiled. "Of course, Vera," and asked, "Is Serena awake?"

Vera nodded. "She is in the rear garden. Doesn’t seem to want to sleep at the moment."

Marina nodded and said to Justin, "Follow me."

She took Justin toward the other side of the drawing room. Vera opened the door for them, which led to the rear garden. It was a beautiful place filled with greenery, and as it was evening, the numerous lights had brightened it up beautifully like shining jewels.

There was a woman sitting in a wheelchair, wrapped in a shawl, staring toward the garden blankly. Her frame was weak, her hair slightly gray, and her eyes dull as if she held no life in them.

Before going to her, Marina explained, "Since that day when she lost your father and her kids, she has gone into shock and doesn’t react to much. She was badly hurt with multiple wounds and bullets in her body and was somehow saved from the brink of death, but she is still caught in the shock of her loss. And after giving birth to another child, it only worsened. She’s more like a living person without a soul left in her. If she doesn’t respond to you, don’t mind it."

Justin nodded slightly and went toward her with Marina, while Vera stayed back.