"Your father?" Isabell asked, looking at the boy in the eyes, a little tipsy from the wine she practically inhaled from that massive, supposedly, champagne glass. "Oh right. You look so much like your mother, you know that?"
Clause just looked down, not sure what to say because the person he knew to be his mother is not his. The person he calls his father is not his, instead … He looked at Emery smiling brightly at him still. They are all his. Or they should have been anyway.
"Well, your mother did get pregnant at a very young age with him." She said, pointing to Raymond. "It was before she married your father. I don't think they have met yet.
