Chapter 125
- RICHARD’S POV
- “An illegitimate son?”Amelia’s grandfather echoed.
- "Yeah," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Turns out, I’m kind of… his kid, anyway." I mentally cringed, wishing I had a shot of whiskey. Or ten. Amelia squeezed my hand reassuringly under the table. Her touch was the only thing keeping me from bolting out of the room.