Gradually regainingposure, Eloise managed to speak through her tears. “Mr. Evans, Rena’s biological father…”


    Mark’s voice turned resolute, a firmness underlying his words, “You mean Lyndon Coleman? He is not worthy, Rena is the daughter of Reina and Darren. She is also your daughter, and a cherished member of our Evans family.”


    After their conversation, Rena remained in a daze for a long while, struggling toprehend the newfound knowledge of her uncle’s existence.


    She knew Mark Evans who was famous and powerful.


    He was her uncle!


    She needed time to process this revtion, and during that period, she received a call from Waylen and a message from him. She reassured him that she was fine.


    Determined to focus on her work, Rena poured her energy into her projects.


    Ten dayster, as shepleted her assignment in Heron, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness.


    It was time to embark on the journey to Czanch.


    Rather than epting the offer of a private ne, Rena decided to take a regr flight to Czanch.


    Mark understood her desire for a more low-key arrival and personally picked her up at the airport.


    Led by the bodyguard, Rena approached the car where he was waiting inside.


    Her heart raced.


    She entered the back seat of the ck limousine and her eyes met Mark’s familiar andforting gaze.Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    He looked like her mother!


    Silence enveloped them, Rena’s lips trembling with unspoken emotions.


    In that moment, Mark’s touch on her head was tender, assuring her without words. It was as if he carried a piece of Reina within him, a connection she had long yearned for.


    Reina had been away from home for 25 years.


    When he found her, only her daughter was left.


    Mark vowed he would treat Rena very well, for his sister’s sake.


    Overwhelmed by feelings she struggled to articte, Rena found sce in Mark’s presence. The journey back to homemenced, the car gliding through the scenic surroundings as they embraced the weight of their shared history. Seated beside Rena, Mark gently held her hand, his voice soft and soothing. “Your grandmother only had your mother and me, but you do have many cousins who will be delighted to meet you upon your return-although sadly they’re all boys. You’re actually the only girl in this generation, you know that?”


    Rena listened intently, her heart gradually easing as the warmth of family enveloped her.


    Mark’s grip tightened slightly as he continued, “Your grandmother has missed your mother deeply throughout the years, her frequent tears taking a toll on her eyesight. She longs for you to stay in Czanch so she can care for you.”


    Rena hesitated, contemting the implications of such a decision.