"How is that even possible? I look exactly like my mother. Why should I believe a single word you're saying?" Angel said flatly, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Arthur froze mid-sentence, his lips slightly parted as if the weight of realization had just crashed down on him.
For a long moment, he said nothing, merely leaning back in his chair, his hands pressing against his cheeks while he crossed one leg over the other, deep in thought.
His expression shifted from confusion to contemplation, as if piecing together a puzzle he hadn't even realized was incomplete.
Then, suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"Oh... oh yeah," he muttered, almost to himself. A crooked smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he sat up straighter. "You're absolutely right. My foolishness could've exposed me. But then again… how else can I prove it to you? How else can I make you see the truth?"