Celeste Grant's expression clearly said she was telling the truth, even if he didn't believe it. "You're the one who doesn't believe me," she said. "Don't go blaming me later for not telling you."
Aaron Sinclair sighed.
"And here I thought I actually had some kind of incredible identity."
Celeste Grant said, "Maybe you do. Like a past life, or something?"
Aaron Sinclair murmured, "A past life?" 'I'm just an ordinary person. How could I have something like that?'
Celeste Grant rested a hand on her son's shoulder and said, "Look, let me analyze this for you. Who did that eye in the sky mistake you for? That number one expert of the Cunmere Realm, Everard. It even mentioned how this Everard had perished a thousand years ago. If that's the case, the eye didn't get the wrong person. Son, maybe in your past life, you really were that Everard guy."
As she said this, Celeste Grant was, in fact, a hundred percent certain.
