Without expectations... there was no disappointment. Philip silently looked at her.
For some reason... her indifference hurt him far more than anger ever could.
His gaze unconsciously drifted toward her silver hair and calm silver eyes.
For just a brief moment... he saw a faint resemblance to their father.
'If only... if only we had found her when she was still a child... maybe none of this would've happened.'
Suddenly, Philip seemed to remember something. He looked at Lana curiously.
"That's strange. According to your old records... your hair used to be black. So were your eyes."
He tilted his head. "What happened?"
Lana chuckled mischievously. "Good observation."
She pointed toward herself with a playful smile. "But..."
She leaned back against the chair. "Why would I tell you my little secret about why my hair turned silver?"
Philip pursed his lips once again. 'Stay calm... it's perfectly normal for her to be sarcastic.'
