I placed a bouquet of roses between the memorial photos for my adoptive parents, gently wiped their portraits with a cotton cloth and said in a low voice, "Mom, Dad, tomorrow is your grandson's sweet seventeen birthday party. It's a pity that you won't be able to see it!"
"You passed away suddenly before you had the chance to enjoy the happiness of having children and grandchildren around you. Your departure was a huge blow to me!"
"After you left, Darian kicked me out of the house and Aleena filed for divorce with me in order to be with him."
"Even Haghen hates and despises me and wants Darian to be his father!"
"I can ignore all of these."
"But I swear to find the murderer who killed you and make him pay the price."
"Over the years, I have never given up on finding the murderer and I have found some clues. Mom, Dad, please wait a little longer ...."
I was the adopted son of the Quinn Family.
Even though I was not the biological son, my father and mother cherished me a lot.
When I was in my twenties, I married Aleena.
After a year of our marriage, she gave birth to Haghen.
At that time, Darian Quinn, the real son of the Quinn Family, returned to the family.