"You made a mistake in your story. He didn't lie to his girlfriend about their son's death. My second grandson… He was really stillborn," she said confidently, but with a hint of sadness.
"It was another blow for him. In the end, I helped him fake that girl's death and hid her from the eyes of the family."
"It was only with her that Adrian was himself and found solace."
Upon hearing this absurd statement, Idan couldn't help but laugh, which, of course, amazed Eleanor. She blinked her red-rimmed eyes, not understanding why this young man had suddenly burst out laughing.
"Who would have thought that he lied to his mother, too?"
He looked at Eleanor, his blood grandmother, and didn't know how to treat her now—to be angry or not. At the same time, he wondered: "How would she react to him if she found out that he was the dead second grandson and that he was alive?"
"If she had known earlier, could she have secretly helped Yvette and Adam raise him the way she helped Estelle?"
