Andrew Knight, the patriarch of the family, pinched the bridge of his nose before speaking again. "Henry, are you going to perform an autopsy to know the cause of his death?"
"Father," Henry wiped his face. "I don't plan to. Because when they found him, he was in his sleep, and…" His voice trailed off, the following words clearly too humiliating... or inconvenient to admit.
"And what?" Andrew pressed, his voice cutting through the room and briefly quieting the sobs.
Everyone waited, tension thick enough to choke on.
Before Henry could answer, Erick Knight, the youngest, leaned back in his chair and casually dropped the bomb everyone else avoided.
"Of course, Max must've overdosed, right?" he said, giving his father a deadpan stare.
The room froze.
Then shame and pity swept over the group like a sudden gust of wind.
Everyone knew about the scandal.
