Isaac drank the glass of water slowly as he listened to her. "It's my father, although I am not sure if he is trying to cover up your existence or just interfere with your employment." He sighed. It was weird and extremely awkward. He had no real idea how to talk to his newly found sister.
"I suppose it makes you my sister." He looked up and studied her face. She had some of their fathers looks, her cheeks in particular. "I ... we have another sister, Isolde. She is married to Marcus Flint." He fiddled with the napkin on the table. "Shite, this is crazy. I hate that fucking bastard, having children irresponsibly." He sighed.