Chapter 127 His Mother

• Scarlet’s POV
• I sat on the floor of Alex’s office, the dim light from the desk lamp casting eerie shadows around the room. My hands trembled as I flipped through the files I had just found, my heart pounding so loudly I could barely hear my own breath.
• The case file was old, yellowed with time, but the details were still clear. A woman, her face oddly familiar, stared back at me from the photograph attached to the report. She had Alex’s sharp jawline, his dark, piercing eyes, and the same brooding aura that always surrounded him.