Chapter 545: How is that even possible?

With everyone's thoughts churning possibilities of Parker meeting Josiah Connor—Director Hughes's husband, the room was still and quiet for a minute as they watched the man enter the restaurant. A few minutes later, Parker Green entered the premises too.

"What if…" Katherine started, turning her head towards Chris who stood to her right. "What if Parker knew about your involvement with Director Hughes because of Mr. Connor?" she wondered as she pictured the face of the NIA director and Chris meeting in the restaurant. Not knowing what kind of person the director and her husband were, she could only have this doubt.

Chris met her eyes briefly before darting them to the side and shook his head once as he thought. As soon as Styles mentioned Hughes earlier when they saw her husband, he had the same doubts as Katherine. "That would make sense. For some reason, Parker could have found out about it through Connor, but would he really rat out his wife?"

"Maybe? I mean—In our world, it's not impossible for spouses to turn against each other. Maybe he's like them." Katherine shrugged. When she mentioned 'our world' she was referring to how chaotic reality was. For people who weren't involved in dark organizations or any shady people, their world would be too innocent, and they wouldn't know anything about how cruel a person could actually be.

Betrayals were of the norm. It wouldn't be a shock if one did something for personal gain. And by the looks of it, this Josiah Connor was that kind of person—that is if he was associated with Parker.

Damien thought the same, and he backed up her thoughts, "He's a businessman through and through. Ruthless. He could be in it for the money."

Chris shifted his gaze to Damien and asked, "You think I should ask Hughes about it?"

Then Katherine responded instead, "What if she already knows? Have you contacted her already?"

Shaking his head, Chris ran a hand down his face, evidently exhausted from all of this mess. "I will try to get in touch with her this afternoon if I don't hear from her today."

Amelia let out a sigh, shaking her head in disappointment, saying, "These men are awful. It's like watching them take over the world."

Damien exchanged gazes with Katherine. They kept stumbling over new discoveries, but they'd be left with more questions instead of getting answers. This was just getting more and more complicated.

He placed a hand on Styles's shoulder and told him, "Styles, see if Connor has new projects lately and who he's working with. Get everything you can on him that involves money."

"Got it." Styles gave the other a salute before turning to his monitor and started working.

The others dispersed while Styles was getting busy, and then Amelia sauntered towards Damien. A few days ago, the latter told her of his plan on laying a trap for his uncle, Frederick Park—that he would do so during the gala. Wanting to know how things went, she asked him, "How was the gala?"

Damien was tapping on his phone when his mother came to his side. He immediately put away the device and faced her answering, "Like usual—"

"Thrilling," Katherine interrupted, catching their attention. She folded her arms in front of her chest, a charming, mischievous smile dancing on her face. When the two looked at her, she continued, "His ex came to kill him."

Heads turned in her direction. She suddenly felt conscious that everyone was waiting for her to speak, and the smile on her face slipped.

Amelia's eyes grew wide, a look of worry cast her face as her gaze darted to her son, quickly scanning his body up and down as she exclaimed, "Wha?! What happened? Are you okay?" She didn't know what to do with her hands when she tried to search his arms or face if he was wounded somewhere.

"Wait…" Styles swiveled his gaming chair until he was facing the three, his brows knitting when he asked Katherine, "You're not talking about Margaret Hara, are you?"

"How did you know about her?" Damien questioned in a cold tone, almost sounding accusatory.

Styles snapped his eyes at Katherine, pointing at her without second thoughts, "She made me do it! She told me not to tell you."

"What the—" Katherine scoffed. She couldn't believe the idiot ratted her out right away. Was he that scared of Damien? Or was he just loyal? Some friend. She glared at him.

Last night, she and Damien talked about Margaret while they waited for the ambulance to come. But she didn't mention anything about her asking Styles to dig up about the woman, and obviously the do-not-tell-him part. Because a lot had happened, they didn't dwell on the details about how she knew. And now Damien was looking at her as if she just committed a crime. How Styles said it sounded like she was doing something shady when she was only trying to be cautious.

With Damien locking his gaze at her waiting for her explanation, she didn't have a choice but spill the beans.

Katherine exhaled a small sigh and came clean, "She had been hanging around lately that it was bothersome. I just wanted to know if she was harmless… I was going to tell you right away if I found anything. But I was still on the phone with Styles when she suddenly appeared. That's when I noticed the knife on her hand. I didn't exactly have the time to tell you beforehand. It just… happened…"

"Ohhh…" Styles nodded as if he came to a realization. "So that's why you abruptly ended the call… I guess the psycho went psycho on you, huh?"

Amelia, who had been listening to their conversation, still didn't know who they were talking about. All she had in mind was that someone had attempted to harm her son. And that's definitely unacceptable. Her voice was both sharp and tense when she demanded, "Who is this person? Where is she? Styles! Find out where she is, and I'll teach her a lesson! How dare she—"

"It's okay…" An amused smile split Damien's handsome face when he saw his mother's reaction. It was the first time that he had seen her looking so protective like this, and he actually found it adorable and heartwarming at the same time. The urge to pat or stroke her back overcame him, and he hesitated for a second before placing his hand on her back to calm her down. Amelia was fuming, looking like she was ready to murder someone.

"She's been taken care of," he added. "Katherine got to her before she got to me. She's already being put in a facility as we speak."

"So, she's really sick?" Amelia probed.

"You have no idea." Styles pulled up his research to show it to Amelia.

Katherine couldn't help but click her tongue, a bit annoyed at the situation. "For the record, if she wasn't mentally ill, I'd gladly put her down without thinking twice," she said in a firm tone.

"Are you sure she's really ill? I don't mind paying her a visit to see for myself," Amelia bit out, unconvinced.

Meanwhile, Chris had been observing them from the side. His brows furrowed as he silently watched the three—Damien, Amelia, and Katherine—interact with each other. There was definitely something there, but he just couldn't wrap his finger around it.

Chris strode towards them, placing his hands on his waist when he stopped a few feet away, and muttered, "You…" The three turned to look at him. "Why are you… What's going on here?" His gaze jumped from Katherine to Amelia and then to Damien. "I would understand Katherine and Falcon being friendly… But you two…" He looked at Damien and Amelia.

Gus came to Chris's side, looking as if he was considering something until his stupid mouth ran. "Is this some kind of… Are you three…" His index fingers waving from side to side. "...in some kind of an open relationship—"

Gus let out a curse when Felix's palm connected the back of his head in a smack. "What the hell was that for?!" He glared at Felix whose scowl was just fiercer than his.

Simultaneously, Styles almost vomited on his feet, looking like he was about to puke his guts out. "I think—I'm gonna—be—sick," he said, gagging in between words as he got up from his chair and jogged out of the house.

The three in question exchanged looks. Then Amelia decided to tell Chris herself. "Actually… Damien is my son."

"Your… what?" Chris was bewildered, yet at the same time, he felt as if his suspicion was right. He hadn't thought about the possibility, but it was the only one that actually made sense—but also not. It was definitely confusing. "You have a son? How is that even possible?"

"Oh, come on, man! Don't you know how babies are made?" Styles rolled his eyes as he marched back inside the house, wiping his mouth with his shirt. "You guys have very weird questions."