"Ah, let's take a look at you." The Boss murmured, fully focused on Ambrose. He pulled back the grey sheet and froze. It was like looking back into the past. At the first son. His first son. "Harvey?" He whispered, feeling a strange sensation grab his heart. Was at last going mad? Harvey had died a very, very long time ago. There's no way this could possibly be his son. He took a step back and glanced over at Liwei. "This... This subject-" He cut himself off. "This boy... I don't... Take him elsewhere. Take him away." He rushes as fast as his weak legs can take him over to his desk and the album of photos.