Just as they exited the villa, Yigol Mamet put on a pitiful expression, crouching on the side of the road like a sad little puppy. "Caleb, Xaviera, am I really not Mom's son? I thought she just didn't like me, but we're not blood-related."
"So tell me, whose child am I? Caleb, I guessed before that you were Miss Drew's son, and I came later. So who's my mother then? Maybe I'm not even a child of the Mamet family, and I'm not your blood brother either!"
Xaviera felt a pang in her heart. Jenny Green had schemed for years, deliberately leading Yigol astray so that everyone in Libanan knew he was a playboy. But Yigol, with his natural intelligence, played the part of a good-for-nothing while secretly learning, maintaining his true nature in the corrupt Mamet family, a true genius.
Seeing Yigol's heartbroken expression, Xaviera felt a surge of pity and reached out to pat his head, comforting him. "Yigol..."