Sheldon Yale seemed to suddenly realize something, as he looked at the two darlings nestled in Chester Yale's arms, and abruptly spoke up.
"They weren't really in the car at that time, were they? But that car was supposed to take them to kindergarten, and there were people who saw them get in, unless..."
Sheldon's words were cut off halfway as he swallowed them back.
Realizing he had spoken out of turn, he looked somberly at the unfazed Chester Yale.
He couldn't tell whether Chester's calmness was because he hadn't noticed what had just been said or because he had known all along.
"Why doesn't Uncle continue? People saw Harry and Molly getting on the car, so someone deliberately drove into them, intending to have them die in a car accident. In that case, I would be without a son, and Uncle could arrange for his own grandson to be under my name, have me raise your grandson for you, and when he grows up, it would only be natural for him to take over the Yale family industry..."
