"My last name is Harrington," Asher Harrington stared at Wyatt Wright's face, observing his reaction, "Nice to meet you, I'm Yale Allen's twin brother."
Wyatt's gaze fell on Asher Harrington's wrist, his expression composed, "I've never heard him mention having a brother."
"I guess he wouldn't want a brother either." Asher Harrington removed his hand from the chair and placed his foot on it, "Then please pretend you've never seen me."
Wyatt did not indicate his stance and reassembled the water heater's outer cover, "It's fixed."
"Thanks," Asher Harrington addressed him as, "landlord's son."
Asher Harrington could now be sure, the Allen truly had a Yale Allen. Just why a perfectly good set of twins claimed only one survived, and why Yale Allen could live in the open, while he had to be hidden away, remained a mystery.
