He glanced at the two holding hands, Brandan and Iris Harris, and his eyes darkened slightly, a cold sneer emerging from his heart.
James Mason was right, his brother was much luckier than he was.
Brandan Hyde got everything that was his—identity, status, power, including his woman.
And what about him? What did he have left?
After so many years of torment, even his life was nearly gone.
He still wondered how that guy put up with it all these years.
The ones who trained them had turned them into different people from their pasts but deliberately left their past memories, perhaps to make them understand that there was no going back?
What kind of perverse amusement was this, anyway?
"The young master is inside," Elaine softly said as she approached, "he's still in a coma… Miss Harris, could you go in and talk to the young master? Even though he's in a coma, I'm sure he can hear you. If he knows you're here, he'll definitely be happy."
