Chapter 527

Quentin couldn't help but follow the girl with his gaze, watching as she stood outside the emergency room, tears streaming down her face.

A voice echoed in his mind, questioning, "Have you ever considered that Xyla might not be that man's sister at all?"

Quentin's ear twitched as the voice continued to replay in his head, "My feeling is that the two of them don't look alike at all. Like you and Yvette, Chance. Even though you're cousins, there's still a faint resemblance in your features. But Xyla and that man? Not even a little."

Then, another voice chimed in, "Maybe one takes after their father, and the other after their mother!"

A chill ran down Quentin's spine, a growing sense of unease gnawing at him.

It was as if a fundamental belief he held was on the verge of being shattered.

He turned to Martin and instructed, "Investigate that girl standing outside the emergency room."

Martin glanced over at the girl.

With her build and features, she could almost be mistaken for a man