Unconsciously, Dolores hid her hand behind her back.
It was an extremely important matter for her, and she couldnât be threatened by the other party all the time.
In particular, he could hurt her children at any moment, and she couldnât keep calm and do anything.
âYes. Itâs very important to me.â She said firmly. âYou can go in first. Iâll be right back.â As he spoke, Dolores turned and walked out.
Matthew looked at her hurriedly, squinting his eyes. He always had the feeling that something was wrong with her, as if she was keeping something from him.
As soon as Thomas saw Dolores leave, he trotted over immediately. âWhy is Miss Dolores leaving? Mr. and Mrs. Nelson are still waiting for her inside.â
Mathew scowled at him coldly, as if he wanted to freeze Thomas.
Meeting his eyes, Thomas immediately shut up.
He knew Matthew didnât get along with Jayden and Victoria. He was probably angry that they didnât inform him in advance before coming.
Thinking about it, Thomas explained to Matthew, âItâs for your own good that Mr. and Mrs. Nelson came this time.â Matthew is in no mood to listen to him.
For your own sake?
he scoffed inwardly. Striding into the parlor, he turned down the temperature around him, emanating coldness to the others.
Thomas didnât dare utter a peep, following him inside.
In the living room, there were seemingly never so many people gathered, making the empty room lively.
Jayden was sitting in the hostâs seat, and next to him sat Victoria.
Jessica was sitting with the two children on the right side. Coral was standing behind Victoria. When they saw him enter, they all turned to look at him.
âWhy did you come back alone?â Jayden spoke first to break the ice, his voice full of uncovered emotion.
Matthew scoffed. âWho else do you want to meet?â
They were father and son, but they were always like enemies when they met, exceptionally hateful to each other.
Jaydenâs hands suddenly tightened suddenly. Gripping the leather of the couchâs armrest tightly, he did his best to suppress his anger. âIâm not your father?â
âI had no choice.â Matthew sat down on the couch.
Simona looked at Matthew with pity. If it werenât for Jessica pulling her to stop her, she would have thrown herself into his arms as soon as Matthew entered.
Samuel, on the other hand, was extremely calm, as if he knew what the elders of the Nelson Family had come for.
And he knew what was on the table.
âYouâ¦â Jayden didnât want to get angry, but whenever he heard his sonâs sarcasm he couldnât keep his cool.
Victoria took his trembling hand and comforted him, âCalm down. You have a more important matter.â
âIf you want to do an act, donât do it at my house. Iâm busy enough,â he said impatiently. As he was speaking, he looked at Simona. The girl wasnât sticking to him today, which made him a little uncomfortable.
She seemed to have gotten used to the squishy little tramp who always pounced on him and asked him to hug her every time he came home.
âWe have something important.â Victoria gripped Jaydenâs hand tightly, to keep him from getting angry at Matthewâs words.
Jayden took several deep breaths to suppress the anger in his chest. Pointing to the folder on the desk, he said, âTake a look at it yourself. Give me an explanation after you read it. Donât try to refute me. The evidence is here. Donât try to hide anything from me.â
Matthew didnât move.
The father and son looked into each otherâs eyes. In the silent confrontation an all-out war had begun.
â¦
The atmosphere became quite impassive.
âPapa.â
It was Simonaâs sweet call that broke the ice.
âEasy,â Jessica reminded her, patting her on the shoulder.
Red-eyed, Victoria reached out to Simona. âCome closer.â
Simona widened her round eyes, looking at Matthew and then at Victoria. Then she slid off the couch and threw herself into Matthewâs arms. She murmured into his arms, âDaddy, didnât Mommy come back to you?â
Her anger, disgust and coldness were drowned out by Simonaâs call. Matthew held back and rubbed her hair gently. âYour mom will be back soon.â
âAsshole!â
Slamming the armrest, Jayden stood up angrily.
Earlier, Coral said that Matthew didnât know he was the father of those children, so he didnât tell Jayden either. It was okay, since Matthew didnât know. However, when Jayden heard that the girl called him daddy, he misunderstood that Matthew had known.
Therefore, he thought Matthew had purposely ignored them.
He wondered if Matthew still recognized him as her father.
Simona trembled with fear, hiding in Matthewâs arms.
Matthewâs large palm stroked her back and comforted her, âDonât be afraid.â Simona didnât speak, just blinked.
Coral knew Jayden must have misunderstood something. She immediately mediated a dispute. She walked over to the table and handed the folder to Matthew. âMr. Nelson, please take a look.â
Matthew took it and continued to not want to look at it. As he was about to throw it away, he glimpsed the âDNAâ.
He paused.
Whose DNA evidence was it?
âI picked up your hair, Samuelâs and Simonaâs.â Matthew looked at Coral.
He wondered what she was referring to.
Simona blinked in confusion. She asked, âGrandma Coral, why did you pick up my hair and my brotherâs hair?â
Coral curved her lips into a smile. Reaching out to rub her hair, she replied, âItâs nothing special. I just want to help your father understand something.â Matthewâs gaze returned to the paper.
It was a report of DNA test results. The title caught his attention.
There was a lot of medical terminology. Since Matthew never learned anything about it, he couldnât understand it. Then his eyes slowly lowered. He felt as if his heart was about to jump, but he couldnât find a way out, so he kept wandering. He couldnât keep calm. Uncontrollable nervousness surged in his chest, almost swallowing him up.
The result had to be 99.99% similarity.
He stared at the result line.
Immediately, his body stiffened. His fingers trembled, showing the excitement that he could no longer suppress and that had never surged so strongly in his chest.
Was he Simona and Samuelâs father?
But how could it be possible?
After a few seconds of silence, she threw the paper away. He stood up suddenly and looked at Coral, then at Jayden.
He asked wryly, âWhat do they want?â
He meant what did they want to tell him by pretending such a thing.
âYou still want to deny it, donât you?â Jayden was so angry he was shaking.
âEven if I did something wrong with you or your late mother, am I still your father or not?â
He squeezed his chest. âIs there still my blood in your body?â
Victoria didnât try to convince Jayden this time. She wanted to, but there was nothing she could do.
Coral was very anxious, wondering what had happened. The fact had been presented to her, but she still didnât believe it.
She hurried to grab the photo album and put it next to Samuel for comparison, showing it to everyone. âLook at this face, the eyes, the forehead-â.
Matthew glanced at it and then quickly withdrew his gaze.
He had never touched Dolores, who knew her best.
Throughout his entire life, which exceeded three decades, he had only slept with a woman once, which was six years ago.
If they were his childrenâ¦
So, six years agoâ¦
Shock appeared between his eyebrows.
Instantly, he seemed to know why Maria hated Dolores so muchâ¦.
It was all because of six years ago.
Maria was not the woman from that night.
It was Dolores instead. Thatâs why he always felt he knew her for a reason.
He wondered what the hell had happened that night.
Why did Dolores appear in his room?
However, her silence had turned into denial in Samuelâs eyes.
It turned out that this man didnât want to acknowledge them, did he?
He wanted to remain the cheating husband, didnât he?
Samuel squinted.
Perfect.
He didnât like this father either.
Such a heartless, heartless man didnât deserve to be his father at all.
Samuel pushed Coral away. Sliding off the couch and picking up with the result. With a âhmphâ she was torn apart by him. Apparently that wasnât enough, he kept tearing her apart until the result was shards. âThis is just a mistake, how can I be her son?â Samuel pointed to Matthew.
âMy mother carried my sister and me for ten months. Iâm turning six this year. Iâve never seen my father because Iâve never dared to ask my mother. I have seen her wake up in a nightmare and secretly shed tears. I donât know what she dreamed and who appeared in the dream. I wonder if she dreamt something heartbreaking.â
Samuel snorted and continued, âWhen Iâm sleeping, she always apologizes to me. She said she couldnât give us a complete family. Actually, she didnât know that I didnât sleep at all. When I am awake, she never tells me that. Sheâs afraid Iâll ask her why I donât have a father.â
She looked at Matthew with disappointment. âMy mom is such a nice woman, how could she possibly fall in love with you?â
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