The Hidden Heir

Chapter Fifteen

Ryan accepted this, however with some reluctance. He was beginning to realize that he had to be patient, even though every fiber of his being yearned for clarity. Maybe Mr Evans wasn’t a demon after all but some kind of guardian angel.

The meal continued in silence for a while, and both of them seemed to be lost in thought. Mr. Evans looked like he was having a whole conversation in his head.

“What the hell is this man not saying out loud!”

Ryan’s inner being kept screaming.

The room seemed to close in on them, increasing the anticipation that hung in the air, on Ryan’s side especially.

Ryan, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, finally spoke up. His eyes blinked repeatedly in curiosity. "Mr. Evans, who is the man in the picture frame? The one with the same wristwatch as mine. What's his connection to all of this?"

Mr. Evans put down his food once more and considered Ryan's question.

“You asked this the other time and I let you understand that it’s not time for revealing the