Chapter 27

Adrian's POV

The silence in the room was awkward from the moment I asked Pedro a question. He had a weird expression on his face as he looked at me. Suddenly, he clutched his stomach and released a thunderous laughter that shook the room.

A few seconds later after he had had a good laugh, he wiped away the tears welling up in his eyes and folded his arms, crossing his legs on the sofa.

"I must say, Mr. Ortega, you have a great sense of humor," Pedro uttered with sarcasm.

"What makes you think so?" I asked with the same tone, frequently glancing at Joyce to see if she was fine.

Pedro chuckled slightly and sighed. "Everyone knows that whore didn't give the old man a child before dying from that miserable illness. I can see you are pulling out all the tricks from your hat to distract me and stall for time for you and your lover here, then you've disappointingly fallen short of the expectations."

A faint smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth as his words kept replaying in my mind. It was