Chapter 18: Truth

"Boss..." Jamie paused as he stroked his eyebrow and drew a hesitant look on his face. Nathan breathed slightly, trying to ignore Jamie's restrained but faint grief. "Say!" His eyebrow crested slightly, and his hand, which had just been released, clasped again. The green veins on the back of his white-to-transparent hand swelled. Jamie swallowed his saliva and opened his mouth in a difficult way: "During your coma, everything about Miss Swift and the child was under the control of Mr. Eliot. No...