Anne nodded and turned around, Gerald sighed deeply, knowing that she wouldn't hesitate to tell Helena about Tony. Myriam watched him closely.

"Don't you live in the same house as your mother?" she asked curiously.

Gerald invited her to take a seat in a room in the middle of the large garden.

"Years ago, my brother and I were teenagers," he began to speak, and his voice trailed off, "we were returning with my mother from school, she was driving, and we had an accident," he said.

Myriam felt her breath hitch and Gerald's chest rise and fall.

"What happened?" she questioned.

"My brother... He passed away," he explained and stood up, handed the baby to Myriam, and went to a wooden bar, with trembling hands he poured himself a glass of water.

"Are you okay?" Myriam asked curiously.

Gerald pressed his eyelids together, inhaling and exhaling several times.

"I'm fine," he answered, "I don't like to be consoled or pity me," he said, and he was the same cold and despotic man again.

Myriam wasn