Chapter 40: Truth Revealed

At that moment, in a quiet private booth in another corner of the venue. Faith sat with her legs elegantly crossed on a single red sofa. With long, slender fingers, she held a wine glass by its stem, gently swirling the red wine inside. A thoughtful expression settled on her breathtakingly beautiful face. "Oliver Morris... Could it be that little boy?" Faith's crimson lips parted slightly as she murmured to herself. In her mind, a scene from over a decade ago surfaced.  That little boy who...