If Charles ever found out Robert wasn't Arthur's son... But before he slipped into a coma, he had always treated Robert like his most treasured person. None of it added up. Where had everything gone so wrong? The more Chloe thought about it, the more she felt something wasn't adding up. It was like there was a piece of the puzzle missing—something she'd never even thought about before. Chloe felt totally stuck. At this point, her only hope was Charles. But his condition was still up and down. She'd already asked Zachary to get a specialist involved. The truth was, Charles's situation was messy—he was only alive because Arthur had pushed so hard to keep him that way. If it weren't for Arthur insisting, the old man probably would've been gone a long time ago. "You know what this reminds me of?" Oralia moved closer, her eyes bright with eager curiosity. "What if Arthur is... you know, impotent? That could be why nothing ever happened between you two all those years! And Mr. Charles Myers knew about it, so he set this whole thing up to make you marry Arthur." Chloe frowned. What kind of wild theory was that? "Isn't that how those dramas go these days? Tragic heroine, cold-hearted guy, scheming other woman... and in the end..." Chloe couldn't help it. She burst out laughing. "You've acted in too many of those shows. Your brain's stuck in drama mode. If Arthur had that kind of problem at his age, he'd be miserable for life." Whether Arthur was impotent or not—she honestly didn't know. What she did know was that the man from that night hadn't been Arthur. All this time, she'd thought the strong, relentless man had been Arthur. But in the end... If it was all fake, if it was arranged on purpose, then that man must have been—"A hired gigolo?" Chloe murmured, the thought suddenly popping into her head. If Arthur really was impotent, and Charles had arranged a substitute, then that guy must have been a gigolo. Someone paid him and he showed up. Tried to look him up, and he was gone without a trace, like he'd never existed. If that were true, it was enough to make her skin crawl. "What?" Oralia blinked at Chloe, completely serious. "Nothing." Chloe was still digging through her memories. She tried to recall that night, but her thoughts had been completely scattered back then—there'd been something for turning people on. No matter how hard she tried, she could only remember the chaos. Everything else was blurry. She couldn't even picture the man's face. All she remembered was how strong he'd been, unstoppable once he started. Her face grew warm. Those mental images were... definitely not suitable for children. Maybe she was getting older. Why was her mind wandering there on its own? Seeing Chloe blush, Oralia immediately understood what she said. She grinned and whispered in Chloe's ear, "The room next door is empty. Want me to arrange something for you? I'll make sure he's exactly your type. He can even do role-play if you want." "You little troublemaker. Since when did you become so bold? Where did you learn that?" Chloe lowered her voice, pretending to be stern. Oralia panicked right away, pressing her palms together like she was begging for mercy. "I read it in a script! It was literally written in the lines—I swear!" "Go to sleep," Chloe said, her voice quiet but sharp enough to cut through the tension. "If you're really that frustrated... you could actually order a male escort," Oralia whispered, her voice so tiny. "Oralia!" Chloe's tone snapped, with no room for nonsense."I'm sleeping! I'm going to sleep right now!" Oralia yelped, scrambling under the covers and squeezing her eyes shut. In the next room over— Eugene suddenly let out a loud, unexpected sneeze. "Achoo!" Landon, who'd been slouched on the couch flipping through stacks of documents, looked up from the pages. He raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-concerned. "You catching a cold? It's sweltering outside. Is the AC in here cranked too high?" Eugene paused and took a slow breath. A slight frown touched his brows. He had no idea why, but a sudden chill had run down his spine. Weird. Really weird. He was already annoyed about being stuck in this room. Then, half an hour earlier, Landon had slipped in, claiming he'd help get the scoop on the situation—because the person in the room next door was... Oralia had actually gone to share a room with Chloe. And his room was right next to Chloe's.What they were doing in there, what they were talking about—he had no way of knowing. Still, ever since Landon showed up, his mood had soured completely. It was already annoying that Landon had come to disturb him, and on top of that, he wouldn't shut up about his "experience," claiming Oralia was clearly a love fool. He said she'd been glued to Chloe all the time—could it be she was gay? And Chloe—over the years, there hadn't been a single rumor about her. Before she divorced Arthur, she was practically invisible. Eugene had made move after move. If Chloe didn't have a son, he might really wonder about her preferences. If Chloe wasn't interested in women, then why hadn't she responded to any of Eugene's advances? Any normal person would have noticed what he was trying to do.