"Yet you didn't mention it. I guess you either played a part in it or stood by, and watched it happen—that's why you didn't dare say anything. You knew people would point fingers at you if they were to find out. Then, you lost your cool when you were almost found out because a man who claimed to be my father's friend showed up as a witness. You didn't know how to deal with it. Eventually, you devised a plan—to kidnap that friend's son and keep him with you, pretending he was your son. This way, the only witness would be at your beck and call to protect his son." Darius stroked his jaw thoughtfully as he spoke. Stephen's eyes widened as he stared at Darius. He knew Darius was telling the truth, and everything made sense. Darius could tell Stephen had plenty to say, but he ignored him and looked Byron in the eye. "Am I right, my dear uncle?"

Byron's expression was ugly. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath to compose himself. When he opened his eyes, his expression had been replaced