The scar on his back was from when he was very young, so young that he had no recollection of it, only a vague memory of a doctor mentioning that his scar came from being repeatedly rubbed by a brooch, resulting in a wound.
He thought he hadn't treated it in time, which was why it left a shallow scar.
So many years had passed, and the scar had actually faded to the point of being nearly invisible, if she hadn't looked so closely, she probably wouldn't have seen it.
Charles White's brows furrowed, and for some reason, every time someone asked about this scar, his mind would involuntarily flash with a blurry image of a small figure…
It was that little girl whose face he couldn't see clearly…
"Charles White, what's wrong with you? Did I hurt you?" Zoe Yale asked nervously when she saw he remained silent.
He heard her voice, snapped back to reality, and abruptly turned, looking at her.
Meeting her worried eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, "Wrong kidnapping."
