Chapter 137: Who is Richard

Seated across from Byron in the living room, Winter folded her arms, letting the silence stretch—daring him to speak, to deny it. But all she heard was her grandfather muttering under his breath, scolding Sylvester for having a loose tongue.

Her brows furrowed, and when her patience finally snapped, she broke the silence.

"Okay, so now I understand why you two can't stand each other's names. But instead of cursing him, why don't you just come clean, Grandpa? There's nothing left for you to hide. Kalix already knows the truth—and trust me, his grandfather is probably squirming under that piercing gaze of his, trying to find a way to escape."

Byron shot her a disbelieving look. That wasn't what he'd expected to hear. But now that the truth was out in the open, was there really any point in pretending they didn't know each other?

Byron felt the weight of Winter's piercing gaze and slowly began to relax, the tension in his shoulders easing as he met her eyes.