“Yes.”
Blake shifted forward, but I caught his sleeve.
Not to comfort him.
To hold him back.
Adrian continued.
“Vanessa wanted a biological heir who carried the Harrington marker. She believed it proved continuity. Legitimacy. She was obsessed with it.”
“Eli,” I said.
Adrian gave a faint nod.
“Eli carries it.”
My stomach knotted.
“What did you do to my sons?”
He looked directly at me, and the grief in his eyes seemed genuine.
“No les hice daño de la manera que Vanessa quería”.
Esas palabras eran peores que una confesión.
“¿Qué significa eso?”
La mirada de Adrian se dirigió hacia Julian.
“Martin wanted leverage. Vanessa wanted control. But there was another problem.”
Blake stepped closer.
“What problem?”
Adrian swallowed.
“Los trillizos no fueron concebidos a través del procedimiento autorizado por Vanessa”.
El silencio descendió sobre la habitación.
He fruncido el ceño. – ¿Qué?
“Usted concibió naturalmente”, explicó Adrian. “Contra las probabilidades. Antes de que se pudiera realizar cualquier procedimiento genético”.
