Chapter 3

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By the time Martha finished bathing Andy, Silas had disappeared from the living room.

Andy looked up at Martha with big, confused eyes.

Martha was at a loss. She wanted to ask Silas where the boy should sleep, but he had already locked himself in his study.

With no other choice, she took Andy to the staff quarters and let him sleep in her bed for the night.

The next morning, Silas appeared at the breakfast table just as Martha was finishing the meal.

Andy followed Martha into the dining room, his eyes instantly locking onto Silas's.

The estate didn't have any children's clothes, so Andy was wearing one of Martha's oversized shirts.

He was so thin that the fabric hung off his skeletal frame, making him look tiny and fragile.

Silas looked away quickly, sitting down with his usual cold elegance.

Years hadn't touched his looks. If anything, he was more handsome, more commanding than ever.

No wonder so many women were still throwing themselves at him.

Andy stood by the table, twisting the hem of his shirt, unsure of what to do.

Silas picked up his fork, finally acknowledging the boy's presence. "Martha, let him eat."

Andy climbed into a chair, but he kept his head low.

He watched Silas out of the corner of his eye. Even though he was starving, he didn't touch a thing.

He only ate a bite of something after he saw Silas eat it first.

Silas watched him, looking conflicted but saying nothing.

The DNA results weren't back yet. He wasn't even sure if this was a mistake.

What if the boy wasn't his?