Millionaire’s son brings home a black girl—what the mother sees in her necklace FREEZES her cold..

«That chain, it’s beyond resemblance. It’s identical. I commissioned one exactly alike.»

«Long ago. Prior to.» She halted.

«Prior to what?» Logan pressed, standing now, alarm surging in his voice. Richard’s utterance was scarcely audible. «Prior to the child.»

Riley’s mouth opened in shock. «Which child?» Amanda rose abruptly. «Not now.»

«Not here.» Riley withdrew, her words trembling. «I believe I’m entitled to the facts.»

Amanda faced her offspring. «Logan, she could be your sibling.» Quietude.

Dense. Relentless. «Impossible,» Riley breathed, recoiling as if struck.

«That can’t be.» But Amanda offered no rebuttal. Richard collapsed into a seat, concealing his visage in his palms.

Logan merely lingered there, his foundation crumbling. «No,» Logan asserted once more, amplified. «No, that’s incorrect.»

«That’s absurd.» Riley had retreated to the room’s edge, limbs folded firmly across her torso as if binding her essence intact. Her gaze glistened with moisture, yet she held it back.

Amanda kept quiet, though her countenance revealed all. She appeared to have matured ten years in mere moments. «I was twenty,» she disclosed at length.

«In university. Unwed at the time. Unprepared.»

«My folks vowed to cut ties if I retained the infant. Hence I… committed the gravest error imaginable.» She regarded Riley directly.

«They assured me you found a home. I was clueless about your whereabouts. Yet I couldn’t stand you possessing zero ties.»

«Thus I bestowed the chain. It was my only offering.» Riley’s response was frosty.

«You left me behind.» «I’ve loathed myself daily since.» Logan confronted his parent, tone empty.

«And you kept it from me.» Richard eventually contributed, his words frail. «I learned two years post-wedding.»

«She confessed amid sobs. I vowed to never mention it.»

«But she’s not yours biologically,» Amanda murmured…