Liam’s mood had changed drastically. Suspicion clawed at the edges of his mind, making his usually sharp instincts even more alert. He had trusted Uncle David all these years, never once questioning his words, his kindness, or his loyalty. But something about the photograph, about the carefully concealed truths, made his stomach twist.
David must have noticed the shift in his demeanor because he let out a sigh and stepped closer to Liam, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“Son,” David began, his voice calm, almost fatherly. “Your father and Mr. Johnson were my best friends. We did everything together. And then we created the King App.”
Liam’s gaze stayed on his uncle, trying to read between the lines.
“It went well. We all became successful and wealthy. But, my boy…” David sigh
