Kapitel 82: Chapter 82

“I think not. Pamela had no choice but to accept your emotional abuse of her—I’ll regret for the rest of my life I did nothing to get her out of that miserable situation—but when it spilled over onto your youngest son—”

Haynsworth became almost rabid. “That…that sodomite is no son of mine! How dare you try to foist your brat onto me?”

“You sick bastard!” The notion was so outlandish neither my parents nor I had given it an ounce of credence when Pamela had tried to hint of how matters stood with her husband. “How could you think St John was mine? Pamela was my sister!”

“What has that to say about anything?” he snarled, vibrating with hatred. “Men have had their sisters before. I was just not gullible enough to believe the whelp was mine. Look at Garrick, and then look at St John! That red hair, those green eyes. What further proof do I need that he is not my son?”