Not one level

Mrs. Deborah widened her eyes at the words of her son. She tried to convince herself that she just heard it wrong. But when she saw the expression on Adam's face, which turned serious, her doubts disappeared.

"I love Anji, Mom, I love her like the love of a man to a woman," Adam said again, clarifying his previous words.

"But you are siblings ..."

"Mom, Anji and I are not related by blood. So how can we be siblings? I love her, I really love her," Adam said, cutting off Mrs. Deborah's words.

Mrs. Deborah was silent and closed her eyes while taking a deep breath. Hearing the confession of her son's love that she had been expecting made her sad. Because the girl that he loved was a girl who she considered as a child too.

"Since when did you like Anji like that, Adam?" Mrs. Deborah asked softly as she opened her eyes.