Damian
I glared at Miranda with a cold stare, unsure if I should take her words seriously or not. She knew better than to make jokes about such a situation, I wouldn't tolerate any stupid act from her.
"What are you talking about? What are you saying?" I inquired while I fought back the urge to lose my senses. I was dying of suspense, and my whole body was already shaking from anxiety after I had heard Miranda's words.
"I'm saying that your son might still be alive." Miranda replied, her voice firm. "I can't assure you that he's safe, but I've received words from one of my sisters. She suspects that the baby Conrad claims to be his might be your child."
