Vivianne studied Jaegar's face intently, searching for any signs of his thoughts or emotions. However, his expression remained inscrutable, leaving her to wonder what he might be thinking.
"It all traces back to the phenomenon that occurred on the day of your birth," she explained, her voice filled with a sense of inevitability. "That event acted as a catalyst, setting in motion the tragic chain of events that followed."
Vivianne continued, her voice tinged with sorrow, "Whatever your aunt may have told you, it's not the truth. My son and Augusta lived atop a remote mountain, where there was a secluded cabin. It was in that place that you were actually born, and I was the one who was with your mother during that time."
Jaegar absorbed this new revelation, the pieces of his past slowly coming together. The image he had formed of his early days was reshaping, and the truth seemed more complex and mysterious than he had ever imagined.