Faux Vows, True Desires novel Chapter 143

"I'll let you know once I find out." Stefan replied.

Patrick responded, "Make sure you dig deep; if there's solid evidence, don't let anyone off the hook, no matter who's behind it. Do what needs to be done. Anyone who dares to harm the Anderson family is seriously pushing their luck."

Stefan's face hardened, "If anyone hurts Lucy, I'll make them pay!"

He hadn't figured out the details about Lucinda's background yet, so he didn't explain it to Patrick.

They knew from the start that Lucinda wasn't a blood relative of the Moore family. As for whose child she really was, the two elders thought it was best for Stefan to investigate. It would also win him some brownie points with Lucinda.

"Let's go." Patrick said as he rose from his seat. "Let's chow down before your grandma gets suspicious." He added, while heading for the dining room.

The atmosphere was pretty chill between the two elders and the young couple. Savannah even ate a bit more with the kids around.

While things were peachy for the Anderson family, the Martinez family was another story.

Owen had been summoned home by his grandpa, forcing him to cancel his evening plans. He returned home in the company of his bodyguards.

"Trenton is waiting for you in the study." The butler said respectfully as soon as Owen got out of the car.

"What's the rush?" Owen asked as he walked towards the house.

"You'll know once you see him." The butler replied with a smile.

Owen didn't ask again. He knew that if Trenton was waiting for him in the study, it must have been something big.

When he got inside, he didn't see his parents. He guessed that they must've gone out. His Mom was feeling down after being scolded by Grandpa, so his Dad must've taken her out to lift her spirits.

Owen crossed the hall and headed upstairs.

He knocked on the door to Trenton's study. "It's me, Owen. I'm back."

"Come in."

Owen opened the door and saw Trenton sitting on the couch, flipping through a calendar. His ID was on the table. After seeing this, Owen couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

"Close the door." Trenton ordered.

Owen knew they were probably about to have a spat, and with the door closed, no one could overhear them. He shut the door.

"Come sit down. There's something I want to talk to you about."

Owen sat down next to him, smiling and patting his shoulder, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm picking a good day for you and Cecilia to get your marriage license."