Myra stood still as a man stood up from one of the couches and walked up to them.
He looked like what the Professor might look in about thirty years.
“Cal.” He smiled up at the Professor as he stopped before them.
“Father.” Professor Cal nodded stiffly and did not make any attempt to hug the man or shake hands.
Gavin Dankworth smiled at his son, then raised his hand to pat his shoulder, and soon he was staring at Myra.
Even if father and son had not shared a resemblance, Myra would have had no reason anymore to doubt that Gavin Dankworth was the Professor’s father.
She was used to seeing greedy lust in men’s eyes when they first met her, but from a man as old as this, it was quite shocking.
She looked at him evenly, before she tilted her head a little. “Hello, sir.”
“Who is she,
