It was... Jeffrey! But… he seemed a bit different from the usual Jeffrey.
"Big sis, you're awake. Are you still feeling unwell?" Jeffrey asked, his cool voice carrying a hint of warmth.
Rachel shook her head. As he helped her sit up, she noticed what was different about him.
His usually thick bangs were now slicked back, revealing a full forehead. He was dressed in a finely tailored suit, with a tie around his neck.
On his wrist, he wore a watch that Rachel recognized. If it was real, it would be worth at least a few million.
Was this really Jeffrey?
She blinked, feeling a sense of unreality.
"Big sis, what's wrong?" he asked again, noticing her daze.
"Are you… really Jeffrey?" she murmured.
"I am," he replied.
"But... your clothes..." Rachel stammered, finally noticing his attire.
It was the same outfit he had worn last night when he had dinner with his grandfather.
