Sixty eight: Truth.

"Jill," Jace called for a second time, and I hesitated before turning to him. What could I do at this point? I obviously couldn't pretend like I knew nothing about what Dylan was saying, and I also couldn't say "yes" to it. 

"Yes?" I lowered my head, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Is this true? I mean, how can he be Liam's father. You once told me Liam's father is dead," he sounded angry and shocked. 

I swallowed hard, and turned to him. "I— I told you I want to speak to you. So please can you—"

"I asked you one question," he interrupted me as I spoke, frowning already. "Is he speaking the truth?" He asked again.

I moved closer to him, and blinked away the tears that filled my eyes. "C— can you please dismiss everyone first? I don't want anything to cause and havoc here." I whispered. 

He shut his eyes, flared his nose to exp