"Who is Adrian's real father?" The man asked calmly, his expression as casual as if he was asking how her day had gone.
Mrs Vale's fingers tightened against the side of her dress but she didn't say a word.
The man clicked his tongue in displeasure. "If you won't answer that, then what should we assume? That he was the result of some affair you couldn't hide? Or perhaps even you don't know which man he came from." He sent her a playful wink. "Business trips, late nights, one mistake too many. Things happen, don't they?"
The second man laughed. "Maybe that's why nobody talks about it properly. Hard to explain when the details are embarrassing."
Mrs Vale's eyes narrowed at their words, her lips pressing into a thin line.
From where Elara was hiding, her hands clenched tightly at her sides as she watched the scene unfold a short distance away.
