Chapter 63
Guinevere grinned happily and gazed at Weston, then at Zack. “Really?” she asked. “I wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t mention it! Do they really look alike?”
“Of course they do!” replied the nanny, nodding repeatedly. “They’re father and son, after all!
Guinevere was visibly overjoyed by this.
Meanwhile, Wendy stared at her son and studied his face closely.
“No,” she suddenly said. “I don’t think he looks that much like Weston. He looks more like his grandfather!”
Those words silenced the whole room. The air grew instantly tense. Only Wendy seemed oblivious and kept playing with Zack’s eyebrows.
“Look at these thick eyebrows,” she continued, “and these dark eyes! You look just like Grandpa, don’t you, darling?”
Weston turned dead silent. His Adam’s apple moved, but he said nothing. His eyes were more piercing now than ever, but he wasn’t looking at Zack and much less Guinevere. They were, however, glued to his mother’s face, searching for the smallest trace of anomaly. But she seemed completely normal—just like any other grandmother doting on her young grandson-all happy and kind.
It was a rare occasion that day because everyone in the family was home, though Chris had gotten home late. Nevertheless, he was still the head of the family, and he needed to act the part.
After dinner, the women crowded around Zack, doting on and playing with him. Weston glanced at his father, and he immediately understood his intention. The two slid out of the house and went to a private corner of the garden.
Chris spoke first.
“You’ve been doing very well at work lately,” he praised. “The directors at the company told me that you were so good in the last project that our competitors were practically squashed. How did you manage to convince those people and get that piece of land?” Weston rubbed his temples. “I didn’t ask you here to talk about these things.”
“What is it, then?” Chris’s face turned somber. “Did something happen?”
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