Lilian Best was not easily shaken. She had built an empire alongside her husband, commanded rooms full of powerful figures, and faced scandal after scandal without so much as a hair out of place. But as she stood frozen in Andrew’s office, staring at the boy clinging to Brad Hilton’s side, she felt something unfamiliar.
Shock.
Her sharp gaze swept over the child—his dark hair, those striking blue eyes, the unmistakable shape of his face. It was a face she had seen before, years ago, staring back at her in childhood photos of Andrew.
For a fleeting moment, Lilian was transported back in time. She saw Andrew as a little boy, standing in the grand foyer of their estate, fidgeting under the weight of her expectations. The resemblance was uncanny.
“Mother?” Andrew’s voice pulled her
