e table. Four main courses. No more, no le

or only four, looked absurdl

e was black

Denice's message perfectly. But at that mome

nife and fork, but her eyes weren't on her plate. Th

down and pretend to cut Connor's steak. "Eat up,

t her off without mercy. "I was

ful, blotchy red. She froze, h

owned. "Mom! Alyssia is a gues

her silverware down with

art, since you claim this child belongs to Jairo, I won't argue. Bu

d to silence any outside gossip, let's get a paternity test

words exploded in th

eyes widen

ears, her face a portrait of someone who had just been mortally insulted.

at's going too far! Connor is my son, I can see

"Jairo, open your eyes! Does a respectable woman show up at your

issues! It had nothing to do w

es growing louder. Connor, frighte

ars falling freely, playing the part of t

h an expression of profound

ith him any longer. She delivered her final

rrow, I will have my personal doct

child is indeed of Slater blood, I will immediately

y sharp. "Miss Stuart, you should be well aware of

round Connor, her nails d

n, but a single, glacial look

not even glancing at the untouched food

nd left the

Alyssia and Connor, then at

nging on the sofa in her new penthouse, reading a live text commentary o