Chapter 723

His hair had turned completely white, yet his posture remained straight and dignified. He wore dark formal attire, carrying himself with the polished discipline of someone long accustomed to serving in silence. The moment he saw Naomi, he bowed respectfully.

“Good morning, Miss Naomi.”

Naomi still wasn’t used to being treated like that. She slowly pulled out a chair and gave a small nod. “Morning.”

The old man immediately poured tea for her with calm, practiced movements.

Naomi watched him for a few seconds before finally asking, “This is the first time I’ve seen you again since then. Where were you before?”

The old man smiled faintly. It was a gentle smile, different from the overly formal expressions most people in the mansion wore around her. “I was taking care of another residence, Miss.”

“Another residence?” Naomi raised a brow. “Does Cale own a lot of houses?”

The question drew a soft chuckle from the old man. “The young master does own several properties,” he answered carefully. “But the house I manage is a little different.”

Naomi rested her chin on her hand. “Different how?”

The old man fell silent briefly before replying, “That house carries a long history.” His tone grew slightly deeper as he said it.

Naomi frowned. “A long history?”

“Yes.” The old man nodded slowly. “And that place… is connected to you as well,

Miss.”

Naomi’s fingers, which had just been about to pick up her teacup, froze midair. “Connected to me?”

The old man’s gaze softened. “Very much so.”

There was something in the way he looked at her that made Naomi uneasy. It wasn’t merely the respectful attitude of a servant. It felt more like someone who had been waiting for her for a very long time.

Slowly, Naomi lowered her hand. “Um… I still don’t know your name.”

The old man bowed slightly.

“My name is Park Jin.”

The name sounded simple, easy to remember, yet somehow it carried an immediate sense of warmth and calm.

“I have served the Chen family for decades.”

Naomi’s brows furrowed deeply. Before she realized it, the words slipped out. “Served my family?”

“Yes, Miss.” Park Jin lowered his head respectfully. “And I will continue serving the Chen family until the day I die.”

“You’re exaggerating,” Naomi muttered with a soft click of her tongue. She picked up her tea again and resumed eating her toast.

“Not at all, Miss.” Park Jin’s expression remained calm and sincere. “I am the head butler entrusted with serving

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the heirs of the Chen family. At present, my loyalty belongs to Young Master Cale Miller.” His voice softened with emotion. “I am truly happy, deeply moved… It feels as though the gods themselves have watched over your life, Miss. To think I would live long enough to meet a true heir of the Chen family. A pure blood descendant.”

Naomi stared at Park Jin in silence.

Park Jin noticed the shift in her expression, but he remained composed before speaking again in a gentler tone. ” There are many things you still don’t know about your past, Miss Naomi.”

The atmosphere in the dining room changed little by little, and Naomi could feel it clearly. It was as if, without realizing it, she was standing directly in front of a door leading to something that had been hidden from her all

this time.

Park Jin gave a faint smile. “If you’re willing,” he said softly, “I can begin telling you about it.”

Naomi slowly set down her cup. She wiped the corner of her mouth where a trace of jam still lingered before looking back at him. “And if I refuse?”

“The decision is entirely yours,” Park Jin replied politely.

Naomi studied him for a moment before asking quietly, “Can Cale Miller be trusted?”

Park Jin nodded firmly, without even the slightest hesitation. “Young Master Cale Miller is an extremely responsible man. And he is someone fully trusted by the head of the Chen family.”

Naomi nodded slowly, as though trying to absorb everything the old man was saying.

“That is why I offered to tell you some things,” Park Jin continued with another faint smile. “Including… the house I recently visited to make sure nothing inside had changed. Everything remains exactly as it was in the past.” His gaze softened even more. “Perhaps from when you were still a child, Miss.”

“Then tell me,” Naomi said at last, her voice quieter now, touched with curiosity she could no longer hide. “I want to know just how interesting my family’s story is from your point of view.”