At this mont, Charles received a text ssage on his phone. His attendant handed it to him with both hands, and Charles glanced at the ssage, his expression frozen.
The deep blue eyes montarily resembled a windless lake, completely still.
Everyone noticed his sudden change, uncertain of what had happened, and fell into silence as well.
Even the circulating air seed to beco exquisite.
"Acai!"
Suddenly, Charles clutched his phone, tilted his head back, and let out a heart-wrenching cry, echoing painfully in the quiet corridor.
Those around him seed to feel his pain.
"Mr. Charles!"
Charles’s bodyguards and attendants, unsure of what was happening, approached to support him with concern.
Ji Anning watched Charles’s deep blue eyes redden, his tough exterior slowly crumbling, his powerful aura slipping away.
It turned out that he, too, had a vulnerable spot, capable of such devastating disarray like a common person.
"Acai, our son." Charles suddenly turned around, reaching to open Ji Chicheng’s hospital room door.
Xiang Yiqing and Ji Anning quickly stopped him, "What are you doing?"
The sterile intensive care room was electronically locked, needing the caretaker’s and attending doctor’s card to open.
Charles, like a fierce beast, broke free from Xiang Yiqing’s restraint and leaned against the viewing window to look inside.
Excitent, anxiety, worry.
Acai, our son...
Ji Anning stared blankly at Charles, his burning red eyes, his words echoing in her mind.
Uncle... is Charles’s son?
How... is this possible?
Ji Anning shook her head, as Charles suddenly turned around, embraced her, "My son, he is my son."
An indescribable joy, excitent, regret, and guilt; he clutched Ji Anning tightly, weeping, "Niannian, he is my son."
Upon hearing this, everyone present was astounded.
Including Xiang Yiqing, who had already suspected it.
Ji Anning’s hands slapped on her thighs, her eyes wide open, silently stunned; although she had suspected this too, but... but how could this be true?
How could Uncle not be Grandfather’s son?
How could Uncle be the son of Grandfather’s enemy?
How could Uncle not be her real uncle?
"Acai gave birth to my son, he really is my son."
Charles repeatedly muttered this, as if fearing nobody could understand his feelings.
Yes, who could truly comprehend?
This wasn’t just about suddenly having an adult son; it was his beloved gave birth to this son.
His whole life, his entire heart was devoted to that one woman.
He envied his rival, tried every thod to defeat him, to ruin him, only to discover everything he envied was his to begin with.
And Grandfather, a man so cautious, ticulous in his affairs, how could he not have known all these years that Uncle wasn’t his son?
No wonder, no wonder Grandfather cherished Uncle so much, yet never made him the heir of the Ji Family, but later tried to use her to force Uncle to inherit J.C.; it must have been because he knew Ji Jingfeng wasn’t his biological grandson.
But later, he gave 32% of the shares to Aunt.
She thought it might be because he encountered Charles again, foresaw that Charles would eventually discover Uncle’s identity.
Perhaps he truly loved Uncle’s mother, but he wasn’t soone who would give up everything for love.
He treasured Uncle like a precious gem, granting him the envy and jealousy of the entire Ji Family, showered with love.
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