From the mont Christopher received the call, he noticed sothing odd about Thomas’s expression.
Seeing Thomas staring at his phone without saying a word, his expression growing increasingly agitated yet restrained, Christopher’s curiosity was piqued.
He even glanced at the phone, wanting to know what explosive news it contained.
To his utter surprise, Thomas seed to possess a mind reading technique, as he voluntarily turned the phone around and placed it in front of Christopher!
Christopher was taken aback, his eyes filled with confused perplexity. Hesitating for about two or three seconds, he leaned forward from his wheelchair and reached out to take Thomas’s phone.
As he adjusted his gaze and focused, his initially suspicious and confused face was instantly shocked and petrified!
The next mont, the emotions he had been hiding could no longer be suppressed. He nearly shouted in anger, "What gives you the right to do this? Do you have any basic respect for her?!"
In his fury, he completely forgot that he once considered using similar ans himself.
Except he failed repeatedly.
Facing Christopher’s shocked and angry accusation, Thomas’s first reaction was not anger, but surprise.
He stared at Christopher, hesitated for a second, then suddenly realized, "So you guys already know?"
Because he asked, "What gives you the right to do this," and wasn’t shocked by Little Clarke’s and his father-daughter relationship—this ant they had long known about this.
"No wonder... Little Clarke refuses to et . I thought... it was because of the online incidents, she didn’t want any more trouble. Turns out it’s because she already knows about our relationship, she must resent ... so she doesn’t want to et ."
Thomas lowered his eyes, muttering to himself, but suddenly raised his head after speaking: "How did you guys find out? When did you find out?"
Christopher tossed the phone back onto the coffee table, but the paternity test results still echoed in his mind.
It clearly stated there that Alia and Thomas were of father-daughter blood relation.
Thinking about Alia being in the lounge, Christopher was montarily flustered, fearing she would rush out.
"Christopher, you still haven’t answered my question. When did you find out? Who told you? Did Little Clarke’s mother say it herself?" Thomas’s suppressed emotions also got slightly out of control, his questions visibly trembling with agitation.
He was already regretful for missing out with Chloe; to unexpectedly find out she gave birth to a daughter for him, yet the daughter didn’t live well all these years, felt like a knife was twisting in his heart!
And now, to know that this daughter found out even earlier than him.
Then why didn’t she say anything?
Does she not want to acknowledge him?
The guilt and pain in Thomas’s heart instantly magnified countless tis. Before, he felt like he missed out and regretted it. Now he knew he didn’t just miss out, but committed a grave mistake!
His biological daughter must think he abandoned her mother, making them suffer, and hence she hates him!
This feeling of regret to the point of powerlessness and even despair made him lose all his strength in an instant, collapsing there, his limbs and body helpless, unable to move.
Christopher tried his best to calm his emotions.
He didn’t want Alia to co out now, didn’t want her to get saddened or hurt again, so he was trying hard to hold back his emotions.
"What’s the point in asking these questions now? Do you want to make up for it? But it’s no longer needed." His eyes were bloodshot, his face stern and indifferent, deliberately lowering his voice, but his imposing manner did not diminish.
"Where were you when she was treated coldly at the Garcia Family, abused by her stepmother, and humiliated by her stepsister? Why didn’t you co back then? Did you never consider the consequences of your actions?"
"It’s pitiful for Alia’s mother, treated like that by Michael Garcia because of you, dragging down the entire Norton Family in the process, and yet still unable to protect the mother and daughter. Isn’t it reasonable that Alia doesn’t want to see you?"
"Fortunately, it’s fortunate you thought of coming to first. If you had gone directly to her, upset her, and forced her to acknowledge you, no matter how esteed your status or powerful your background—I would not be polite to you!"
Thomas was deep in remorse and pain, allowing Christopher to continue his gnashing interrogation without responding.
The air solidified, and in the spacious office, no one spoke for a long while.
Christopher knew so inside information, but these words were not his to say.
If Alia ever decides to understand and is willing to et him, to clarify everything from back then—well, those questions and accusations should co from her own mouth.
She is the one who has the right.
After all, Thomas had gone through life and death, weathered storms.
Soon, he snapped out of his deep sorrow, looked toward Christopher, "Can Little Clarke et ? There are so words I need to say to her face to face."
Originally, today Thomas ca to et Christopher just to inquire about the Garcia Family’s past, wanting to know more about Alia Garcia’s upbringing, to find more evidence for his suspicions.
He didn’t expect that his son would get the DNA sample a day early and send him the results first thing in the morning.
Clear as day, with everything written in black and white, he no longer needed to ask Christopher anything to confirm his suspicions.
Now knowing the result, what he wanted most was to imdiately see his biological daughter, to ask about what happened back then, and try everything possible to make up for the past years of regret.
Christopher didn’t answer, only said, "Aunt always thought you had sacrificed a long ti ago. She passed away so young, maybe thinking she could see you in another world."
"Yes... my family was the reason for this. Back then, the elders in the family didn’t approve of us being together, and because of my special status, our relationship couldn’t be made public, so it wronged Chloe."
"Since you couldn’t promise a future then, you shouldn’t have..." Christopher knew that back then, the tolerance for relationships was not as it is now, and engaging in a forbidden love under uncertain future conditions was mainly the man’s responsibility.
However, saying such things in front of an elder was hard to articulate.
But Thomas understood his implication.
"It’s... it’s my fault. I made a grave mistake! At that ti, I returned ho to visit family, it was midsumr, and Chloe also..."
"You don’t need to say these words to . When Alia is willing to see you, you can explain it to her," Christopher didn’t want to offend his deceased mother-in-law, feeling his identity didn’t suit delving into these things, thus interrupted him.
Thomas paused, his expression also cald much, then said, "I heard, Little Clarke grew up with you as childhood friends. When she felt no warmth at ho, it was you who cared for her quite a bit."
Christopher self-deprecatingly smiled, candidly saying, "Embarrassingly, I also hurt her. It’s just that heaven was kinder to than to you, letting have a chance to recover what I lost."
"Anyway, thank you. She looks very happy with you now."
Christopher looked at him, unceremoniously saying, "Alia hasn’t acknowledged you yet, so you don’t need to put yourself in the elder’s position just yet. I don’t need anyone to thank ; eting her in this life is my greatest fortune."
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