"Well," Frank sighed faintly, "we don't really know each other. We've never met, let alone talked."

Diana turned away, as if she couldn't bear to look at Frank any longer. Frank's heart became increasingly burdened.

"But judging from the look in your eyes just now, you clearly know that I am Rowan Harper's grandson—your grandson."

Diana turned her head further. Her tears thickened. "I don't know that name. Please stop claiming to be my grandson. I never had a grandchild."

Frank swallowed ...