"What the fuck?" Kai muttered under his breath, his casual demeanour completely evaporating.
He abandoned his spot by the wall and pulled closer to the long table, his eyes widening to the size of saucers as he stared down at the photographs that Uncle Crane had proudly spread out across the polished wood.
The images were clear and very devastating. There was no mistaken identity here. It was a collection of secret photographs capturing Jessica and Kira together.
Jessica was wrapping Kira's hair in a scarf, sunglasses on her nose. But the most damning photograph was the one showing Kira sitting deep inside a secluded restaurant, looking completely relaxed as she sat directly across from her stepmother, Lydia.
"I always knew it was very dangerous to trust anything that came from Rolf's bloodline," Uncle Crane said, letting out a sigh as he gave a dramatic shrug of his shoulders.
