I could barely think straight. “That I wasn’t his daughter. That I was Anton’s.” I glanced up and frowned with shock and bewilderment. “If he knew about that, he never let on to my mom. She thought it was her secret. All her life, she was trying to protect him from the truth, but he knew . . . he always knew . . . and he pretended to believe that I was his.”
Oh my goodness freddue knew fiona wasnt his yrt rreated her ad such lowkey impressed by him thats honoeable
