Altsin suddenly spoke, his words dropping like a thunderclap. Everyone present froze for a moment, and Chelsea furrowed her brows.
Matthias tilted his head slightly, looking at his ex-brother-in-law.
"I'm twenty years old."
Twenty.
"That young?" Altsin glanced at Chelsea, and when she met his gaze, she inexplicably sensed a hint of mockery—like he...