Chapter 45

"But why, Carver?" Jackson asked getting curious because again his only son always refused to live in a very luxurious house. "Do you still not believe that I am your biological father?"

Carver took a shaky breath. "Yes."

That's not really Carver's excuse. Refuse because he is married and it is impossible not to sleep in the same house with Violeth.

"Richard, take it now," Jackson ordered.

"Yes, Sir." Richard rose from his seat, opened a backpack that had been laying on the floor to retrieve something that would lead Carver to believe that Jackson was Carver's real father.

A photo of a small child being carried by a young woman who is familiar to Carver. It was a photo of Carver's mother when she was a child, while the photo of the man next to the woman was a photo of Jackson.

Carver held the photo and swiped at the photo of his mother who had died years ago. "Mama has left me for good."

"No need to regret, everything happened by fate," said Jackson.

Carver rubbed his flushed f