Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

Sir Robert Collins stared at the photograph in his hand for a long, silent moment. His sharp eyes, though aged, didn’t miss a single detail of the child’s face—every shadow, every feature. Then, without a word, he handed the photo over to the private investigator standing before him.

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"Find this child," he said in a low voice, "I want to know everything—where he was born, who his parents are, what school he goes to, who’s raising him. Every last detail. Do you understand me?"

The investigator gave a brief nod, took a look at the picture expressionlessly, before quietly exiting the study. As the heavy door clicked shut behind him, Spencer turned from the window where he’d been watching the grey clouds roll in.

"The resemblance is indeed uncanny," Spencer muttered, almost to himself. "He really does look like Adam did at eight even though he is younger.. It’s... unsettling. But still—Adam is not stupid. The first thing he’ll do is a DNA test. This entire plan of Saira’s... it’s flimsy. It relies on too many assumptions. Too many variables. How did you agree to support it, grandfather?

Sir Robert gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. "Naturally. Adam will take every precaution. But for now, Saira has no intention of letting the boy and Adam meet in person. Perhaps a few carefully monitored video calls—nothing more. That buys us some time. What we need to focus on now is Melanie and what we need to do."

Spencer straightened at the name, "Melanie? Even after everything, you still want to pursue that angle?"

"Our last attempt may have failed," Sir Robert said, folding his hands on the desk before him, "but the path forward hasn’t changed. The man we placed near Melanie—he’s confirmed that she and Adam have grown close again. You know what needs to be done. You know how to use her. Don’t waste the opportunity."

Spencer nodded slowly, then hesitated. "I’ll do it. But Grandfather... I have to ask. The orders you gave about Saira... I don’t understand them. Why now? She’s always been loyal to you so why do this?"

Sir Robert leaned back in his chair and the old leather creaked beneath his weight. His eyes were cold and calculating as they locked onto Spencer’s.

"No," he said, his voice like the edge of a blade. "She was loyal. And she was useful. But somethings have changed. One, she is not as important to Adam as we thought. And second, this child... this boy she’s brought forward—it’s not a coincidence. I don’t believe in coincidences. You shouldn’t either."