Who's your husband?

After a Forty minutes drive, Zane and Mr. Alfred walked into Oliver's garden, and the entire area was empty of customers because Mr. Alfred book it for an hour.

In the far corner of the restaurant was Mr. Adams, drinking a glass of cold water, and just as he was about to swallow it, he paused, his jaws puffy as he watched Mr. Alfred and Zane approach him.

‘Someone who is like a son to me...’ The words from his earlier conversation with Mr. Alfred rang in his head and Mr. Adam forced the water down but choked on it, and he started coughing violently.

As soon as he could breathe normally again, he stood up when the two approached him, extending his hand, shaking Mr. Alfred’s hand firmly as he said, “You know him... Mr. Briggs’ bast- son?!!”

“Yes,” Mr. Alfred said, his grip tightening around Mr. Adams's hand at the fact that he almost called Ethan a bastard.

When the two finally broke the handshake, Mr. Adams cried in his head, ‘Why do these two know each other...’

Then he smiled at Zan