Chapter 5

James's mother froze, her mouth hanging open, like she couldn't process what I'd just said.

"Are you out of your mind? If he's not your son, then who is he?" she demanded.

I looked up, meeting her face, well-maintained but twisted with spite, and enunciated every word, making sure she heard me loud and clear. "It's Ryan. Your eldest grandson."

"Bullshit!" James's father roared, his face turning red with rage as he jabbed a finger at me. "How can you be so cruel? Why would you curse Ryan out of nowhere?"

"Yeah, you're just jealous of how much we care…