Alaric headed straight for Ethan's office as soon as he got to work.

Ethan was sipping on his morning coffee when he looked up to see Alaric coming in, promptly standing up as Alaric mysteriously closed the office door behind him.

Seeing Alaric's serious demeanor, Ethan took a couple of steps back, a teasing smirk on his face, "What's up, man? It's broad daylight, and for the record, I'm straight as an arrow."

Alaric rolled his eyes, "For all the years I've known you, I've never seen you date anyone. How's that for proving you're straight?"

Ethan crossed his arms defensively, "Saying I'm into women is proof enough. What more do you want?"

"I'm not here to joke around, buddy," Alaric flopped onto the couch, rubbing his temples with a weary sigh.

"You've been hanging out with Hertha too much. Even your eye rolls and the way you talk are starting to mimic hers. Man, you've really gone native," Ethan joked before getting serious and taking a seat next to him.

"Cut the crap, Ethan. Just tell me what you found out," Alaric said, the tiredness evident in his voice.

his

spill it already," Alaric pressed,

Falconer family

of shock and relief on his

to lie. Plus, he mentioned the Falconer family specifically asked for a fake paternity test," Ethan said

relief was palpable, his breathing quickened, and his eyes widened as he stared at

feeling a bit uneasy under his gaze, leaned back, "Hey, don't

gotta go," Alaric said, getting up abruptly and heading for the door, moving as if he'd miss out on a life-altering moment if he

to him. That child wasn't

think his own mother conspired

was involved. Apart from her, no one else in the Falcone family would do something

it. Was he really Angelina's son? How could a

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