Chapter 68

Henry sat in the office, his head in his hands.

Who the hell was Windsor Kruger?

It was still daytime but Henry still felt like he was in the dark. Week after week he had been hearing things that wanted to make him run for the heels. When Jackson had said those words, it felt like a bomb had just being dropped on his head. He wondered to what extent, did Windsor go to get his money. Jackson told him a bit of the story but he wanted to know more.

He couldn't shake the memories of Windsor’s actions, the shame and anger intertwined within him like a tangled mess. He wanted no part in it but then he couldn’t deny his genes. He couldn’t deny that he was made from Windsor’s Loins.

Mr. Thompson, the Windsor’s lawyer, sat across from Henry, his expression grave. "Henry, there's something you need to know about your father."

Henry looked up, his eyes searching Mr. Thompson's face for any sign of what was to come. "What is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The lawyer hesitate
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