Chapter 127
Chapter 127:
When I arrived, even my mom was here, and they were talking about a child. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the child is mine. How is that even possible? Where did this child, who I don’t even know, come from?
“What are you guys talking about?” I asked, withdrawing slowly from Amira, who was still crying.
“We should all sit down and discuss this properly. I know this may sound shocking, but it’s high time you know the truth now that things have unfolded this way,” Tristan said, trying to calm everyone down.
“I’ll stay like this, just say what you have to. This whole thing is suddenly driving me crazy,” I said, still looking confused.
“Just calm down, son. Let’s listen to what they have to say, because I still don’t understand how you can have a child without knowing about it. She might be trying to do the same thing Sheela did,” my mom said.
“Don’t you dare say such a thing about my daughter. She may have grown up without proper education from her parents, but she grew up decent. So mind what you say about her,” Mr. Mico said.
The fact that she is still Mr. Mico’s daughter is still a surprise to me. He referred me to my mother when I asked about the possibility of this, meaning my mom is in the best position to answer the questions I have. But she would never explain things to me—instead, she would lie to me.
“Well, when I found Emily injured in the woods back then, she was actually pregnant. I don’t know the father of the child because she chose to keep it a secret, but the moment I saw you, I knew you were his father because of the resemblance you both share,” Tristan said.
“She only agreed to marry me recently because she’s always been secretive, and Emily had never shared a bed. The child, Dylan, belongs to you, Christian. He’s your spitting image,” he said.
“I had a child, yet I wasn’t informed about him, and now he’s been kidnapped,” I said, smiling faintly.
The only person who can explain this to me in a way I can understand is Amira.
I walked back to her furiously, without thinking twice. I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me forcefully.
“What are you doing?” Tristan asked, trying to follow us.
“Let them be,” I heard Mr. Mico’s voice say before retreating. I kept heading straight for her room with her in tow.
As soon as we got inside, I pushed her in. I really hoped this was all a prank. She had several opportunities to tell me, but she didn’t. I asked her about it today, and she denied it.
“What exactly is going on?” I asked, walking toward her.
I should have noticed it that night we were together, but I assumed people change as they get older. Her body was more flexible than the first time, but I chose to turn a blind eye to it.
“It’s exactly as you’ve heard it,” she said, not looking at me.