Chapter 543

The young boy stood frozen in place, silent as a porcelain doll—beautiful, fragile, and wordless. A stillness surrounded him, one that felt almost unnatural in such a vast and echoing space. Robert's sharp gaze fixated on him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and calculation. There was something about this child… something that refused to align with logic. Though the boy’s features still held the softness of youth—rosy cheeks, smooth skin, round eyes—his bone structure was already beginning to form its own unique definition. And yet... That face. Those eyes, that nose, even the shape of his lips. It was like looking at a miniature version of himself. The resemblance was too precise to ignore. A storm of thoughts raced through Robert’s mind, each more improbable than the last. How could there be a child in the world who looked so uncannily like him? Who was he? And more importantly… why did he look like this? Taking two slow, calculated steps forw