Chapter 7

Ambrose paused, caught off guard. A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes as he asked, "How did you know?" My heart leapt. Without thinking, my eyes turned toward the study. "I spotted your passport on the desk," I admitted. "It was a bit of a wild guess." Following my gaze, he nodded thoughtfully. "They made the arrangements, but I'm not in a hurry." After a moment of silence, he turned to face me. "If you don't want me to go, I won't." I quickly shook my head. "You just found your birth parents. I'd never ask you to stay behind because of me." Still, a subtle curiosity welled up inside my chest, and I asked, "Can I meet them?" Ambrose met my eyes. "Of course. Will you come with me tomorrow?" … I never expected Ambrose's biological parents to possess such power and influence. They had even reserved an entire banquet hall for the gathering. Ambrose himself wore a flawlessly tailored suit. Seeing how everyone fawned over him, I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. When his p