CHAPTER 10: HIS BROTHER

"I've already lost count of how many times you sighed."

My train of thoughts was disrupted when Cynthia, who's sitting beside me, spoke. We are currently in the front yard of the mansion. The warm rays of the Saturday sun is fondling on my face.

"Come on, tell me what's bothering you. Maybe I can help and give you advices."

I arched a brow and threw her a dubious look. "I doubt that you can do that."

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up. I can be sane and normal sometimes, you know. On a serious note, spill what's on your mind."

I pursed my lips together, thinking. Cynthia has been working for the Montreal family longer than me. So perhaps she can really give light to my questions.

I took a deep breath. "Have you met Greyson's mother before?"

I know that Aunt Esther forbade me to talk about her, but the conversation that I had with Greyson two days ago has been bothering me, and I couldn't stop my curiosity from kicking in.

The smile on Cynthia's face faded, and that's whe