Chapter 63

Guinevere grinned happily and gazed at Weston, then at Zack. “Really?” she asked. “I wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t mention it! Do they really look alike?” “Of course they do!” replied the nanny, nodding repeatedly. “They’re father and son, after all!” Guinevere was visibly overjoyed by this. Meanwhile, Wendy stared at her son and studied his face closely. “No,” she suddenly said. “I don’t think he looks that much like Weston. He looks more like his grandfather!” Those words silenced the whole room. The air grew instantly tense. Only Wendy seemed oblivious as she was busy scrutinizing Zack’s eyebrows. “Look at these thick eyebrows,” she continued, “and these dark eyes! He looks just like his grandpa, doesn’t he?” Weston turned dead silent. His Adam’s apple moved, but he said nothing. His eyes were more piercing now than ever, but he wasn’t looking at Zack and much less Guinevere. They were, however, glued to his mother’s face, searching for the smallest trace of anomaly