THE ROOM WENT in silence as August heard what Charles had said. His eyes widened as he forgot to breathe for a second. His hands were about to move to fix his hair but was stopped mid-way because of shock.

He wasn’t stupid to understand Charles’ statement. If he wouldn’t pretend to be his son despite inheriting Charles’ wealth, then…

‘Would I be adopted for the second time?’ August couldn’t help but ask at the back of his mind.

It was the only way he could be an inheritor without pretending,