A crease formed on Sehun's brow as he stared at the documents splayed in front of him. He didn't know the name of the woman the lawyer spoke of. The boy shook his head and nudged the papers towards the man adjacent to himself. "You've got the wrong Oh Sehun. I don't know who this person is."

"There was no mistake," Wu Fan reassured. "You are part of the family tree. It was marked. Your father's father is the half-brother to the late Miss."

Falteringly, he seized the cream-colored paper from the wooden escritoire, inhaled anxiously, and scanned the page.