Orlando pressed his lips together. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Still, the man maintained a calm exterior, even though his heart was racing like a galloping horse. At that moment, his mind spun rapidly, searching for a more reasonable explanation.
Avoiding the question wasn't exactly a solution, as Orlando could see that Kyra wouldn't let this go until she got an answer. On the other hand, changing the subject would have negative consequences; knowing how persistent Kyra was, it wouldn't be surprising if she decided to investigate on her own.
Therefore, the best course of action was to control the situation himself. "No, your grandfather doesn't know. He might be suspicious, but trust me, he hasn't figured it out yet. That's why I tried to pull you away earlier, to create some distance between you two."
