"Why should I go? Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with ." Jas replied coldly.
After all, that man wasn’t his biological son.
He had nothing to do with him whatsoever.
Henry frowned, giving Jas a displeased look as he sat down to eat breakfast. "Dad, why bother? I don’t even care about his room. Besides, you’re still father and son. You’re acting like enemies."
"He’s not my son! He’s not my biological son!" Jas slamd his utensils down coldly. Grace’s eyes widened in shock.
"Honey, what are you saying? Eric... he’s not your biological son?" Grace asked, astonished.
Jas sighed softly, briefly recounting the car accident Eric had when he was ten years old. It had always been his secret. But at this point, Jas figured there was no need to hide it anymore. Especially since the newspapers were already describing Eric’s injuries as so severe that he likely wouldn’t survive.
Henry fell silent. After a mont of contemplation, he finally spoke.
"Dad, even if he isn’t your biological son, do you really want the whole world to know that Eric isn’t your son?"
Jas snorted. "Of course not."
"Then you need to go see him. After all, your son was in a serious accident, and as his father, how can you be so indifferent?"
Grace also chid in, urging him. Aside from a few close relatives and friends, most people didn’t know about the strained relationship between Jas and Eric.
Even if things were bad between them, it wouldn’t look right for Jas to stay ho or head to work while his son was lying in the hospital, on the verge of death.
Jas was silent. He certainly didn’t want the public to find out about this family scandal.
So, after breakfast, Jas headed straight to the hospital.
Richard and the others were still there. They had stayed by Eric’s side all night. After a grueling seven or eight-hour surgery, Eric had just been brought out of the operating room, but he was still in critical condition.
When Jas arrived, Richard and the others frowned. They all knew about the assassination attempt on Eric abroad, and they all suspected Jas or Grace had sothing to do with it.
However, Jas had never admitted to anything, and there was no evidence to implicate Grace. Whoever did it covered their tracks too well.
"How is Eric?" Jas asked softly.
Richard sneered. "You’re quite the father, aren’t you? Your son was nearly killed, and you’re the last to know. Unbelievable."
Jas scoffed. "How could I know if none of you told ?"
"He’s still in the ICU and hasn’t passed the critical stage yet. The doctor said... if his condition doesn’t worsen within the next twelve hours, he might wake up," Adam replied coolly.
Jas stood silently, staring into the ICU. Through the glass, he could see Eric’s entire body wrapped in white bandages, an oxygen mask over his face, and his eyes tightly shut.
Just one look, and Jas could tell there wasn’t much life left in him.
He stood there for a long ti, unable to move. He thought of Eric as a child, so handso and adorable. But as Eric grew older, their relationship had completely fallen apart.
Every ti they saw each other, Eric was like a raging lion, ready to tear him to pieces.
Jas’s expression darkened, lost in thought. He finally turned away and sat down silently nearby.
The hallway outside the ICU was packed with reporters on both ends. It took a great deal of effort for John and the bodyguards to clear them out.
Jas and the others had been waiting for who knows how long when suddenly, a sharp alarm sounded from inside the ICU. Richard and the rest jumped up and rushed over, only to see the doctors and nurses frantically trying to save Eric, who was in critical condition.
Richard clenched his fists tightly, his eyes reddening as he looked at Eric, who appeared lifeless.
Jas stood there in a daze.
He couldn’t see what was happening inside because Richard and the others were blocking his view.
His mind wandered back to the day Eric was born. He had been both overjoyed and incredibly anxious, watching his wife struggle in pain. He recalled his own infidelity, feeling a deep sense of guilt.
Jas rembered the first ti he saw Eric. Eric had been a healthy eight-pound baby, which made Victoria’s labor difficult, lasting for hours. The doctors feared that the baby might be deprived of oxygen, so they asked Jas to sign for an ergency C-section.
Unlike most newborns, who were wrinkled and fragile, Eric had been plump and alert. While other babies slept, Eric had opened his bright, curious eyes, observing the world around him.
Jas had instantly fallen in love with his newborn son and felt even more tenderness toward Victoria.
But now...
Why wasn’t Eric his biological son?
Why?
Jas felt a deep, suffocating pain in his chest as the sharp beeping of the alarm filled his ears. Instead of the satisfaction he might have expected, he felt a rare heaviness.
Even though he had resented Eric for so long, why was it that now, with Eric on the brink of death, he couldn’t feel any joy?
...
Morning light stread through the window, falling across Ella’s tightly furrowed face, making her pale skin appear even more translucent. Even in her sleep, her brows were tightly knitted.
She was struggling through a nightmare.
She dreamt of Eric walking away, hand-in-hand with a faceless woman, both of them laughing as they left her behind.
Tears stread down Ella’s face. She wanted to chase after them, but her legs felt as if they were weighed down with lead. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move.
She stood there, rooted in place, crying out Eric’s na, her tears turning ice-cold as they fell.
"Ella... Are you okay? Ella, don’t cry. Wake up!"
Soone was shaking her, and Ella’s eyes snapped open.
Chloe was looking down at her, her eyes red from crying. Alia stood quietly nearby, and when she saw Ella had woken up, she imdiately grasped her hand in relief. "Ella, you’re awake! How do you feel? The doctor said you fainted from the shock..."
Ella panted, her forehead damp with cold sweat, causing her bangs to stick to her skin. Chloe quickly grabbed a towel and gently wiped away the sweat and the traces of tears on her face.
Ella’s throat felt raw, likely from inhaling smoke, and she didn’t feel well at all.
"Chloe... How is he? Has he woken up?"
The thought of Eric’s injuries, especially the deep wound on his chest, made her temples throb painfully, and her head ached even more.
Chloe bit her lip, her eyes red with sorrow. "I don’t know... When I got here, they said Eric was still being resuscitated..."
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