"Adrian, before you ask about our son... shouldn't you tell me where you took our daughter?"
He froze. His gaze darted sideways.
"Dad wanted to see Xixi. I had the driver take her to the estate."
"Is that so?" I tilted my head. "Hasn't he seen enough? Tell the driver to bring her back."
I picked up my phone and began dialing.
Panic flashed across his face. He lunged and snatched it from my hand.
"Hailey, I'm talking about our *son*—why are you bringing up Xixi? Do you think my father would harm his own granddaughter?"
I studied his flustered expression. He must have known I'd gone home earlier. He just couldn't be sure how much I'd heard.
A short, cold laugh escaped my lips.
"Your father won't harm his biological granddaughter... so do you think I would harm my biological son?"
I paused.
"Actually... maybe I would. If he isn't really my son. If I get angry enough. Maybe I'd toss him in a dumpster. Or feed him to the strays."
I raised my hand and mimicked a vicious tearing motion.
"*Snap*. *Crunch*. A few bites and he'd be gone."
Adrian's face went white. He lunged, fingers closing around my throat.
"Hailey Henson, are you *insane*? He's just a baby!"