Kate’s POV
"How does it feel knowing my son married you without telling a soul he was even alive?"
Richardson’s question came the moment we stepped away from the boardroom doors. He didn't look at me as he asked it, his cane clicking rhythmically against the marble floor as we navigated the hallway toward the private elevator. His tone wasn't accusatory, but it was heavy with curiosity, like a scientist poking a specimen to see how it would react.
"It feels like I married a man who values his privacy," I replied smoothly, keeping my eyes straight ahead. "And considering the welcome he received in that boardroom today, I can understand why he kept his survival a secret until he was ready."
Richardson chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Smart answer. You are careful with your words, Ka
