âWill?â
Alex suddenly felt his mind go numb as a worrisome thought popped into his head. His fatherâs name
was William Rockefeller, and the pearl had his fatherâs blood in it. But she was calling him Will.
âDid she mistake me for my father?â
From her tone of voice, their relationship didnât seem to be just friends either.
âCould she be a mistress his father had outside of the family?â
âEven Mom had no idea?â
He started to feel sorry for his mother, Brittany, because Susan looked like a young, intelligent beauty
despite being near deathâs door moments ago.
Susan noticed that Alex stood there without speaking so she blinked and looked closer. âOh, youâ¦
Youâre not.. Sorry, I mistook you for someone else.â
After a pause, she asked. âWho are you?â
Her voice was unique throaty but soft, completely different from Angela Seayâs voice, which made Alex
feel ill. Susanâs voice was pleasing and seductive to his ears.
Alex thought. âDamn, Mom has a strong competitor!â
âIf Dad hadnât died, maybe he would have left the family for this woman!â
âMy name is Alex Rockefeller!â He answered in a frosty tone.
âRockefellerâ¦â Susanâs expression changed again.
âThis Will guy you were talking about, is his name William Rockefeller?â He demanded.
Susan gasped, a bewildered expression on her face.
Alex could see as clear as day that Susan Hunter and his father had a complicated relationship, or she
would not have looked like this. But thatâs all in the past now. His father has been dead for a year now.
Even if he had mistresses, it wouldnât make a difference anymore.
âThinking back, didnât I sleep with Daya even after I was with Dorothy?â
âMaybe Susan had some touching story with Dad.â
At that thought, the disgust in his soul vanished.
âThat⦠Was given to you by William, right?â asked Alex as he pointed at the pearl.
Susan immediately wrapped her hand around the pearl, as if she was protecting it with her life. âYouâ¦
Who are you exactly?â
âMy name is Alex Rockefeller, so who do you think I am?â asked Alex sarcastically.
Susan struggled to sit up, though she felt better than she had in ages and her head wasnât muddled or
unconscious. Her heart didnât feel pricks of pain either.
âAre you⦠Williamâs younger brother?â
Alex was stunned for a second as Williamâs face appeared in his memories.
William did look quite young, with well defined features and dark set eyes. He didnât look like an aging
forty or fifty year old man. Instead, he looked like a mature thirty year old youth. If they stood side by
side, they would look like brothers instead of father and son.
Now a problem has appeared.
Susan Hunter didnât know him, which means she didnât know that William had a son named Alex.
âDid Dad really hide his marriage from her and made her his mistress that way?â
âMy god, what a scumbag!â
His image of his father wavered in his mind as he felt some sort of deja vu⦠âIf that was the case, does
that mean he had multiple more mistresses out there?â
Alex made a split second decision to not reveal himself as Williamâs son. It would be too awkward.
âThis could be, my⦠Stepmother?!â
âAhem, you are quite bright.â Alex brushed his nose off handedly and said, âThe Yin energy in your
body was too much to bear. If I hadnât arrived in time, you would be dead by now.â
Susan stared at Alex in quiet contemplation.
Then, she mumbled something as if she were in a dream. âYou and your brother really look alike.â