Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 465 Dad

Villain Ch 465. Dad…

Jordan stood up from his seat, his face lit up by a wide, warm smile. He extended his arms toward Allen, a gesture of open arms and open heart. In that mont, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy, realizing that Allen was indeed his son—the son he never knew he had, the son he had longed for without even realizing it.

But Allen stood there, a mixture of emotions coursing through him. His eyes remained fixed on Jordan, his mind racing to process the incredible truth he had just learned. It was as if he were frozen in ti.

"C'mon. Give a hug, son," Jordan urged with that sa welcoming smile. He used the word 'son' with a sense of ease and familiarity, as if he had been waiting to say it for a lifeti. To him, Allen was not just a revelation; he was a cherished part of his life that he had unknowingly missed for far too long.

Without a second thought, Allen wrapped his arms around Jordan in a tight, emotional embrace. It was a hug that held years of longing and a lifeti of questions unanswered. As he held onto Jordan, he whispered the word that had been locked away in his heart for far too long.

"Dad..." The word felt foreign on his lips, yet strangely familiar. It carried with it an overwhelming sense of belonging and completeness, sothing he hadn't felt in a very long ti. He could feel his body trembling with the surge of happiness and relief that washed over him. Unbeknownst to him, tears welled up in his eyes, a release of emotions that had been pent up for years, since the last ti he shed tears for Sophia.

Jordan held Allen close, feeling the intensity of the mont. He smiled, a tear of joy glistening in his eye as he spoke with heartfelt gratitude, "Welco to the Goldborne family, Allen."

Allen's response was a soft, heartfelt affirmation, spoken with the weight of a lifeti of emotions behind it. "Yeah."

They slowly let go of their emotional hug. Jordan's expression turned serious as he addressed the practicalities of their situation. "Now what we need to do is take care of your paperwork," he said with a thoughtful look.

Allen's face instantly shifted to one of concern. "Does that an you need my mom and my step dad's approval?" he asked, his worry palpable. The idea of dealing with them in any capacity was the last thing he wanted. He knew all too well the kind of resistance and complications his stepdad could introduce into the process. It was highly likely that he would try to make it as difficult as possible for Allen to obtain the approval, or perhaps even influence his mom to deny it altogether.

Skepticism tinged Allen's voice as he continued, "I'm not sure how that'll work out. My step dad... he's not exactly fond of ," Allen said. This confession would essentially shatter the illusion of a perfect family that his step dad had always maintained. It was like admitting that his mom had an affair with another man, sothing he'd gone to great lengths to cover up. It was the very reason why he was adopted and raised by his grandparents.

Jordan's response was reassuring and cleared up a significant concern for Allen. "That's unnecessary," Jordan replied confidently, putting Allen's worries at ease. "Legally, your mom is your sister, right? And since you're over 18 years old, you don't need to ask for her permission or approval anymore," he reminded, emphasizing the significance of Allen's age and independence. Jordan's hand found its way to Allen's shoulder, a comforting gesture that further underscored his point. "So, everything depends on you," he said with unwavering support.

Allen sought clarification, needing to be absolutely certain. "Does that an you won't try to contact my mom again?" he asked, seeking clarity on their future interactions.

Jordan nodded, his expression unwavering. "Yes," he affird. He took a deep breath, his hands falling to his sides as he continued, "Since she believes what happened that night was a mistake and wants no further involvent, I won't co to her either. She's content with her life as it is," he explained, his words carrying a sense of finality.

Allen nodded in agreent. He realized that this decision was the right one to avoid potentially larger problems down the road.

"Ehm," The doctor's voice broke the mont, causing both of them to turn their attention towards him. He spoke apologetically, "Sorry to interrupt your happiness, and I didn't an to be rude. I just wanted to ask, is there anything else you need to ask? I have an appointnt with another patient after this," he gently reminded them of his schedule.

Jordan responded with a warm smile. He had arranged this appointnt with the doctor specifically to ensure they could discuss any potential questions or concerns. "No, that's all. Thank you, doc," Jordan replied graciously, appreciating the doctor's assistance. It was clear that he had received all the answers he needed during this visit, and there was nothing else to address.

Once again, Jordan turned to Allen, his eyes gleaming with warmth and affection. His smile was a silent expression of the happiness he felt deep inside. "So... how about another breakfast?" he offered, his voice filled with eagerness and the desire to spend more ti together.

Allen returned the smile, feeling a newfound sense of comfort and belonging. "Sure, sounds good," he agreed.

As Allen and Jordan left the room, engaged in a heartfelt conversation, they strolled down the corridor of the hospital. Their voices were filled with warmth and genuine connection.

Unbeknownst to them, Jacob (INeedAHotGF's player), who had been sitting in the hospital lobby, was also there.

He leaned to the front and narrowed his eyes. 'Is he… Allen?' he thought. He had been waiting patiently for his mother's diabetes check-up, but his attention was suddenly diverted. He couldn't believe his eyes when he spotted Allen, soone he had not seen in a long ti.

Without thinking, Jacob swiftly pulled out his phone and discreetly snapped a photo, capturing the unexpected reunion, just like Sophia's request to him.