The silence that followed was deafening.
While Chelsea looked like she was about to lose her mind, Michael was rather calm, but obviously not expecting this as well.
"You two know each other?" Helen asked.
"Umm... No... Not really." Chelsea denied and cleared her throat. "We've crossed once, but it doesn't really matter. I'm just surprised he is your son."
Michael's brows creased.
"Oh, I'm curious how you two encountered each other. Is this first meeting of yours pleasant, because I would really love it if you two got along with each other?"
Before Chelsea could respond, Michael said.
"Like she said. It doesn't really matter." He gave Chelsea a tight smile before walking to sit across.
"Chelsea, dear. Ben and I suggest that you both spend the night here. The guest room is set with
