Dean and Alyssa had never known about this secret room, but they had a hunch about its purpose.
After exchanging a glance, the two elderly folks sighed, not knowing how to respond to their curious grandson.
Surely, they couldn't tell him that his father had probably built this secret space to sleep separately from his mother?
Now, it all made sense to them. Their son had been sleeping separately from his wife, the woman they had forced him to marry, for all these years.
Since he did not get any answers from his grandparents, Byran did not press further. He simply gazed thoughtfully at the secret room.
The house staff quickly brought a strong cup of black coffee to sober up McNeil. As the strong brew was fed to him, Mr. Howard choked and coughed, waking up in the process.
Once their son was awake, Dean and Alyssa heaved a sigh of relief.
Alyssa took her son’s hand. "McNeil, thank God you're awake! Your father and I were scared to death! What were you thinking? Why would you lock yourself in that room and drink so much?"
McNeil blinked a few times and then looked at his mother's face. He glanced at the crowd around him and frowned. "I'm fine. Everyone, please leave."
Alyssa, with teary eyes, couldn’t hold back her frustration. "Fine? Look at your face; it’s pale! You drank so much without eating anything. You could have killed yourself! Do you realize that?"
McNeil sat up and gently patted his mother's hand. "Mom, I'm okay. Don’t worry."
Alyssa's eyes welled up with tears at her son's stubbornness.
Now that his son was okay, Dean's anger flared. "Fine? You're a grown man, McNeil! You should know better! Is this how you set an example for your children? Do you want Balfour and Byran to end up like you? The Howard family will be ruined!"
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