Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Guinevere grinned happily and gazed at Weston, then at Zack. “Really?” she asked. “I wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t mention it! Do they really look alike?”

“Of course they do!” replied the nanny, nodding repeatedly. “They’re father and son, after all!

Guinevere was visibly overjoyed by this.

Meanwhile, Wendy stared at her son and studied his face closely.

“No,” she suddenly said. “I don’t think he looks that much like Weston. He looks more like his grandfather!”

Those words silenced the whole room. The air grew instantly tense. Only Wendy seemed oblivious and kept playing with Zack’s eyebrows.

“Look at these thick eyebrows,” she continued, “and these dark eyes! You look just like Grandpa, don’t you, darling?”

Weston turned dead silent. His Adam’s apple moved, but he said nothing. His eyes were more piercing now than ever, but he wasn’t looking at Zack and much less Guinevere. They were, however, glued to his mother’s face, searching for the smallest trace of anomaly. But she seemed completely normal—

just like any other grandmother doting on her young grandson-all happy and kind.

It was a rare occasion that day because everyone in the family was home, though Chris had gotten home late. Nevertheless, he was still the head of the family, and he needed to act the part.

After dinner, the women crowded around Zack, doting on and playing with him. Weston glanced at his father, and he immediately understood his intention. The two slid out of the house and went to a private corner of the garden.

Chris spoke first.

“You’ve been doing very well at work lately,” he praised. “The directors at the company told me that you were so good in the last project that our competitors were practically squashed. How did you manage to convince those people and get that piece of land?” Weston rubbed his temples. “I didn’t ask you here to talk about these things.”

“What is it, then?” Chris’s face turned somber. “Did something happen?”

“Are you sure Mom has absolutely no idea about that matter?” Weston asked, looking straight into his father’s eyes.

Chris was momentarily confused about what Weston referred to as “that matter,” but he soon understood. His face was now ashen.

“I’ve told you a thousand times that your mother must never know about this!” he bellowed.” She will never be able to handle the blow!”

“It was today that she said that Zack looks a lot like his Grandpa,” Weston interrupted his father with mockery flashing in his eyes. Those words caused tension to simmer between the two to a critical point. Chris looked horrified, as though he had just swallowed a fly. “You’d better make sure Mom absolutely doesn’t know about this,’ Weston added curtly.” Otherwise….”

He didn’t finish his sentence, perfectly sure that his father understood what he meant. He turned around to go back inside, but his father suddenly called out to him. “You’ve really been through a wringer because of this matter…” Chris said. Weston made no reply.

“But no matter what, Zack is still a member of the Ford family,” Chris went on. “You should hurry and marry Guinevere. Soon, you’ll have your own child with her…”

“She can’t have more than one child because of her medical condition, “Weston interrupted bluntly.

“You should’ve known. You wouldn’t have begged me to marry her otherwise.”

Chris writhed uncomfortably. Weston was right. Guinevere could only have one child, so the Cohen family would not be satisfied if she didn’t get married.

Weston turned and left, not in the mood to enjoy the sight of his father in distress. His heart grew heavy with his own words still ringing in his ears.

There was someone else who could only have one child.

Weston remembered how Stella begged him tearfully to let her keep her child. He closed his eyes, but all he saw was the sight of her falling down the building. It had caused him to fall into a pit of despair.

Weston stopped abruptly in his tracks. It felt as if someone had just stabbed him in the heart.