#Chapter 231 Love in the Tub

“I’ll tell you what happened,” Mr. Gray said. “But you mustn’t say anything to Amy yet.” “I won’t,” I promised. I heard Mr. Gray groan. I could tell his memories were painful. But he began telling his story. “During the first years of our marriage, my wife worked for a family of wealthy Alphas. There was a widowed Luna, her son and daughter-in-law, a grandson, and two granddaughters who lived in the family’s ancestral mansion.” “Who were they?” I asked. “The Archers,” he replied. “I wonder if I’ve met them,” I said. “Probably, all you Alphas seem to know each other,” he replied. “Anyhow,” he continued. “My Brenna was a maid there for over three years when she went to work early one morning and found a newborn baby girl in a canvas tote bag on the backdoor stoop.” “Somebody left a baby in a tote bag?” I repeated. “How could someone do that?” “There was a note addressed to the grandson, Andrew Archer III, pinned to the baby’s bl