Ethan Knight rubbed his nose, didn't say anything, and sprawled out on the big sofa in the living room. "Come on, massage Grandpa's legs, rub my shoulders!"
"Yes." The women surrounding him each put on a pair of disposable gloves and gathered around.
Back at the Quinn Family estate, after Jared Quinn returned he stayed in the study the whole time, dealing with that huge pile of paperwork. He'd been out of commission these last few days, so a lot had backed up at the company.
Three days later, the press conference.
The agreed time for the clarification was one o'clock, but because Melody Thorne and Jared Quinn were late, it was pushed to two.
A luxury car pulled up in front of the conference venue.
Jared Quinn got out of the car, holding a little pink bundle in his arms—the same child the reporters had photographed that day. Melody Thorne walked on his right side.
Harold Chapman's people were maintaining order inside the venue.
