Damien felt a chill run through his entire body. He would never mistake it - this was the experimental sample made from our child!
But why was it here?
Where am I now?
After I lost my sense of smell, I couldn't find work anywhere, let alone continue my perfume research.
How could I possibly survive on my own without his support?
The mere thought of this possibility made Damien's heart nearly stop beating.
Even his assistant could tell something was wrong with him, yet Vivienne kept prattling on obliviously.
She had no idea of the significance of this vial, just glancing at it with disdain:
"Melody is so stingy, she can't even be bothered to give you a decent gift."
"She must have made quite a bit riding your coattails all these years, right? And now she gives you this... whatever it is. Just proves she's a second-rate perfumer who can't cut it."