Jordan had been focused on his work as he listened to Mason's report. The latter's words distracted him, making him accidentally draw a line across the document he was reading.
How could this be possible? Though he hadn't seen Sabrina one last time before her death, there was no denying the authenticity of the death certificate and her cremation. How could things like that be faked?
How could that woman be Sabrina? Even if someone powerful had faked her death certificate, it didn't make sense. She was an orphan and didn't have powerful friends. Who would do that for her?
Jordan threw his pen aside and frowned at Mason. "You should get some glasses if your vision is going bad."
Initially, he'd refused to believe Sabrina was dead. He'd spent large amounts of money and time scouring the world for a trace of her, yet nothing had come out of it. Gradually, he'd given up and started accepting her death.
Just as he'd lost all hope, Mason had come to tell him that he'd seen Sabrina strolling along the streets in Fringo.
Perhaps seeing that nothing would convince Jordan, Mason showed the former a photo he'd hastily snapped of Sabrina.
Jordan's eyes turned red when he saw her familiar face. He was sure it was Sabrina—they'd loved each other for a decade, after all.
His hands trembled as he touched the phone screen. How long had it been since he'd last seen her?
In the days following her death, he'd drunk himself into oblivion in hopes that she would visit him in his dreams. However, it had never happened. Perhaps she hated him too much to even want to meet him in a dreamscape.
Yet now, there she was, in a photo Mason had taken. It had been over a year since they'd last seen each other, but she seemed to look younger than before. Her eyes were bright and filled with life. It seemed she was much happier after leaving him.
Hope surged in him again, and he looked up at Mason. "Send someone to find out where she is."
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