"Dad?" Andrew blurted out, his eyes fixated on Greg. Confusion swirled in his mind as he tried to comprehend what his father was doing in Andrea's house. His gaze shifted to the young man standing beside Greg, and it was Zach. Zachary Collins. The realization hit Andrew like a tidal wave, his heart pierced with a pain he had never known before. His father had left them for another woman, and Zach was their child.
"Bastard," Andrew muttered under his breath, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and hurt.
Greg, sensing the tension in the room, stood up, his eyes locked with Andrew and the child. He knew that Andreas must be his grandson.
"Dad, what do you mean by bastard?" Andreas innocently asked, unaware of the weight of his words.
The room fell into a heavy silence as the truth hung in the air, their minds exploding with questions and emotions.
"Son," Greg whispered, his voice barely audible.
