"What do you an by that?" Theodore Grant’s brow furrowed, and his voice deepened.
Sebastian Forrest lifted his chin slightly. The mont their eyes t, his were dark and deep, seeming to rge with the raven-black strands of his bangs. They were cold, devoid of any warmth.
"Don’t you have oligospermia?" A faint smile played on Sebastian Forrest’s lips. "What? Never had any doubts?"
As soon as he said it, the hallway seed to fall silent for a mont. Everyone’s gaze simultaneously snapped to Theodore Grant.
Vincent Lombard was the first to react, his face a mask of disbelief as he stamred, "Oli... oligospermia? What are you talking about?"
I stood to the side, completely astonished. ’I can’t believe Sebastian Forrest would lay even this bare.’ I quickly tugged on the corner of his shirt, signaling for him to stop.
But Sebastian Forrest turned and took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as if to reassure and tell to be patient.
I didn’t know what he was planning, but I knew he was a steady person, not the type to act rashly, so I stayed still.
"What?" Sebastian Forrest let out a soft chuckle, raising an eyebrow. His eyes were fixed on Vincent Lombard, his expression mocking. "Mr. Lombard, have you never wondered why those two have been married for so many years without having any children?"
Vincent Lombard knitted his brow and pointed at . "Isn’t it because Chelsea Joyce can’t have children?"
Sebastian Forrest scoffed, raising an eyebrow at Theodore Grant. "Is that what you told your father?"
"Alright, that’s enough!" Theodore Grant’s face was ashen.
’After all, how could he face sothing so tied to a man’s pride with composure?’
’That was why I had gone to such great lengths to hide it from him before...’
’But now—it didn’t matter anymore.’
Clara Langley was still clutching her stomach, putting on a show. However, she clearly hadn’t expected Theodore Grant to have oligospermia either. A flicker of panic crossed her face, but she quickly composed herself.
"Theodore, you have to believe . The baby is really yours. I haven’t been with any other man..."
But before she could finish, Sebastian Forrest let out a cold laugh. "Is that so?"
Clara Langley couldn’t help but swallow hard. She took a deep breath and said, "Master Forrest, what are you trying to say?"
Sebastian Forrest, however, completely ignored her. Instead, he pulled out his phone, opened the photo gallery, and held out a picture to Clara Langley. "Then why don’t you explain your relationship with this man?"
Clara Langley’s expression changed slightly. Her eyes widened in disbelief, as if she never expected Sebastian Forrest to have this photo.
I frowned, wondering what photo Sebastian Forrest had shown her to provoke such a surprised reaction from Clara Langley.
"Isn’t that..." Theodore Grant’s brow furrowed. His gaze fell on , then shifted to Clara Langley. "How do you know Chelsea’s older brother?"
’My older brother?’
For a mont, I froze, then belatedly realized which photo Sebastian Forrest had shown Clara Langley...
"He’s a fan of mine! I just happened to run into him that day and took a photo together!" Clara Langley looked aggrieved. "Theodore, are you suggesting the baby in my belly belongs to Chelsea Joyce’s older brother?"
Theodore Grant pressed his lips together. Of course, he didn’t believe it.
After all, the difference between my brother and Theodore Grant was like night and day. Anyone would know who to choose.
Besides, given Clara Langley’s status, how could she possibly fall for an unemployed drifter?
"I never said I doubted you," Theodore Grant said in a low voice.
"But your expression tells you do!" Clara Langley’s voice was full of dramatic cadence, as if she were furious at Theodore Grant’s suspicion.
"If you don’t believe , we can do a paternity test! After three months, we can do a chorionic villus sampling prenatal paternity test!"
Theodore Grant’s expression softened slightly. He didn’t agree, but he didn’t refuse either.
I watched coolly from the side. ’I have to admit, Clara Langley’s move is brilliant.’
’She has no reason to fear a paternity test for the child in her belly.’
’Because the child’s DNA is identical to Theodore Grant’s!’
’Unless they do a kinship analysis.’
’But who would normally think to do sothing like that?’
’That’s why Clara Langley is so brazen!’
Just then, a few doctors walked out of the hospital room.
Theodore Grant and Vincent Lombard rushed over to ask about my mother-in-law’s condition.
"Don’t worry, the patient only fainted from a sudden fit of anger. She’s fine now, but she needs to rest. Her body is very weak at the mont, and she can’t handle any more agitation."
"Thank you, Doctor."
After watching the doctors leave, I felt a little relieved. Knowing my mother-in-law was okay, I saw no reason to stay any longer.
But once we were out of the hospital, I finally voiced the question on my mind. "Senior Forrest, why did you expose Theodore Grant’s oligospermia just now?"
"I was planting a thorn in their minds." Sebastian Forrest’s long fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, his eyes profound. "That thorn might not do anything right now, but who knows about the future?"
I gave him a thoughtful look, then my lips curved into a smile as I quickly understood his intention.
’By using the "oligospermia," he cast out the bait—the question of who the real father of Clara Langley’s child is. Theodore Grant had no choice but to take it.’
’However, the prenatal DNA test results will definitely confirm the child is Theodore Grant’s.’
’Because their genetic relationship is the sa.’
’That way, Theodore Grant will have no further suspicions about the child.’
’This will be his one and only child.’
’From now on, he’ll be completely shackled to Clara Langley!’
’And the premise for all of this is to keep Theodore Grant from backing out of the divorce.’
’It’s killing several birds with one stone.’
’Sebastian Forrest’s ticulous planning is truly sothing to behold.’
"What about my brother’s photo..." The thought suddenly occurred to , and I quickly asked him, "By the way, is there any news on my older brother’s whereabouts?"
A half-smile touched Sebastian Forrest’s lips. "Soon."
I looked at him, confused. "What do you an?"
"After seeing your brother’s photo today, Clara Langley will definitely contact him. When that happens, we won’t have to search everywhere for him. He’ll deliver himself right to our doorstep."
I couldn’t help but press my lips together. "Are you suspecting my older brother and Clara Langley..."
As if guessing my worries, Sebastian Forrest gave a deep look. "It’s not my suspicion. William Westwood wouldn’t have given you that photo for no reason. Given his feud with Clara Langley, your brother must be a crucial link—perhaps even the fuse that will light the whole thing up..."
Hearing him say that, my heart leaped into my throat.
On one hand, I was worried about my brother’s safety. On the other, I was afraid he really might have so kind of ssy entanglent with Clara Langley...
After all, Clara Langley was practically responsible for our mother’s death!
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