"Patrick and Adir… they're half-brothers. Same father"
For a second, no one moved. Then Melanie blinked as her brow furrowed. "That doesn't make any sense. Patrick's what—almost fifty?" And then, Melanie realized..."Holy shi..."
She caught herself, glanced at Adam, and added with deliberate emphasis, "It seems Sir Robert is quite something. Even when you told me how he 'groomed' girls... I didn't practically think how active he was... he was almost eighty... I almost feel bad for Saira..."
Adam grimaced at that, and Max outright laughed, shaking his head as he said, "A man fathering a child in his late seventies... it's quite the dream come true, isn't it?"
But Adam didn't respond. He liked the kid- Adir. Had even let himself believe, for a while, that the boy might be his. As much as he hated Saira, as much as the idea of being tied to her forever because of a child made his stomach turn, knowing that Adir was Sir Robert's son instead... it left a sour, disappointing taste.
