"So... Which one are you asking about? Your half-brother or... your own son?"
My eyes widened at his slurred words, his drunken yet wicked gaze fixed on me. But he didn’t stop there. Slamming his glass on the table, he leaned back, resting his head on his arms before mumbling,
"Come to think of it, your son's existence was solely for your half-brother. His heart was needed to replace your half-brother's heart. Poor child. If he knew his mother wasn't really his mother and his father never wanted him..."
My body trembled violently. I wanted to smash my fist into his face, but I knew I had to keep my anger in check. If I wanted the truth, I needed to hear more.
"I never slept with her. How did she get pregnant with Ethan then?" I asked, my voice cold and controlled.
Eric smirk
