77 Judgmental Stranger

When Lucien whipped around, he came face-to-face with an elder lady. Although the ruthlessness of time had taken a toll on the woman's appearance, she still looked astounding with long, curly jet-black hair and a pair of clear greenish-blue eyes.

Her voice might not be familiar, but the person herself was.

Or to be more precise, the woman looked like someone who was familiar to Lucien. She was the spitting image of Ronan Silverback.

"Mrs. Silverback?" Lucien greeted in hesitation. Ronan had never spoken about his mother during their short time together, so Lucien knew nothing about her.

"No," the lady responded decisively.

Lucien immediately apologized, "I am sorry. I mistook you for someone else."

The lady stifled a smile behind a silk handkerchief.

Even the smiles were similar.

Lucien could hardly believe that the lady was not Ronan's mother. Could she be a relative of Ronan's mother then? A twin sister, maybe?