I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.

The little girl standing in the center appeared to be about eight or nine years old at the time.

Yet, despite the passage of time, there was no mistaking those cold, piercing eyes.

It was undeniably a young Florence.

I took two steps backward in absolute shock.

Rebecca whispered from behind me, “Oh, my sweet Lord above.”

The professional news reporter continued speaking on the screen, detailing a massive financial fraud scandal involving millions of stolen dollars, a missing father, and a mother who had tragically died under extremely suspicious circumstances years ago.