"What?? Your son?" Steve gazed her in shock. Did I hear it correct?
The lady's beautiful face look distorted, as if she was on the verge of crying!
Steve offered her a glass of water. "Here! Have this and sit for a while."
The lady accepted the glass and chugged it down, instantly feeling better.
"I am sorry! I am a shrewd businessman. I had no idea, he is your son. But...But... I thought...thought...that he...is...is....."
Steve could not complete his scentence. He wanted to phrase the question in a way, which will not further hurt her.
"I thought so too. But that wasn't the case," The lady was trying hard to control her tears. Her sea-green eyes were ready to errupt, buckets of tears. Things have not been easy for her.
