"Cooper Coldson." Yolanda Greenwood repeated the name to herself, almost as if talking to no one, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest.
She quickly recalled that on the day she arrived in Gray City, she had seen a man being interviewed on a giant electronic screen, and that man had the same name.
Back then, the distance was too far for her to make out his features clearly. She only remembered his wheat-colored skin, his refined and gentlemanly demeanor, and now she saw he appeared to be a responsible and loving father.
Yolanda tugged at the corner of her mouth. "If I ever have the time, I really need to thank Mr. Coldson in person."
Elsie Adams was completely dumbstruck. It was obvious that Yolanda didn't recognize Cooper Coldson. Had she made a mistake, or had Yolanda lost her memory?
Unfortunately, it was getting late. If she kept probing further, she might raise Yolanda's suspicions.