"What the hell is going on? Why is this man calling Vivienne his wife?"
"He brought their son? I thought Vivienne couldn't have children!"
The color drained from Vivienne's face. She spun around and threw open the second crate. Inside, her son lay with his eyes shut tight, sleeping soundly.
Vivienne lunged forward and scooped the child into her arms, calling his name over and over.
But the little boy only slumped against her shoulder, limp and motionless.
Panic seized her. She patted his back, shook him gently, then whipped her gaze toward me.
"Adrian, what did you do to Mason Fox?!"
I strode forward with a cold smile, my gaze cutting into her like a blade.
"Vivienne, why so nervous? Don't tell me this is your son."
I paused, letting the words sink in.
"Oh, right. I forgot. Our esteemed Ms. Ashford was in that terrible car accident. She probably couldn't have produced such an adorable child."
As I spoke, I dragged the edge of my fingernail lightly across the boy's cheek, leaving a thin red mark.
Vivienne froze. It took less than a second before she forced a smile through the panic written all over her face.
"Adrian, don't misunderstand. This child... this child is..."