Chapter 493:
At that moment, all eyes turned to Bryan.
Brandonâs display of vulnerability had struck a chord. The group of elders now saw the suggestion of a paternity test for Travis as clear evidence that both Bryan and Stella had crossed a line. Initially, they had questioned whether Brandon truly had a son named Travis. Now, they began to doubt the legitimacy of Travis as Brandonâs biological child. Even after a paternity test, they might continue to question the results.
This matter could drag on endlessly.
Feeling the pressure, the elders were compelled to side with Brandon, directing their focus to Stella.
âIf you decide to strip Bryan of his place in our family, the Dawson family will be left without an heir!â Stella declared, her expression resolute. âBecause Brandon became infertile after that car accident over two decades ago!â
In the expansive villa, the living room, once filled with the chatter of guests, fell into an unnerving silence at Stellaâs words.
âYouâre lying!â Brandon immediately retorted. âMom, am I not your flesh and blood? How could you accuse me like this for Bryanâs sake?â
He raised his voice, skillfully shifting the blame onto Stella. âI know youâve watched Bryan grow up, and I understand youâre not close to my son. But donât forget, Iâm also your child. Why would you say such things about me?â
Brandon repeated his claim that he, too, was her son, as if trying to make his presence and worth undeniable. How could he face anyone if this became public?
âWellâ¦â a voice chimed in, siding with Brandon. âStella, we have no objections to you supporting Bryan, but this accusation is absurd.â
âYes, and letâs not forget about Travis, who is also your grandson. He seems responsible and well-mannered. Surely he wonât mishandle the company funds like Bryan didâ¦â
The discussion grew as more voices joined in, defending Brandon and promoting Travis as the rightful heir to the Dawson family legacy.
Updates loaded at gαlηÏνeðsâ¤com âAs long as they are my descendants, Iâll treat them equally,â Stella declared, locking eyes with Brandon. With firm resolve, she added, âItâs easy to find out if Iâm telling the truth. Brandon has lost his ability to father children. We donât even need a hospital checkup. Just strip him naked and see for yourself!â
Her implication was clear. Brandon was physically incomplete.
Gasps filled the room. Those present looked at Brandon with a mixture of shock and pity. Amidst the expressions of sympathy, there were also snickers of sarcasm, each one piercing Brandonâs heart like a dagger.
Brandon vividly recalled the surgery after his accidentâthe local anesthesia, the vulnerability he felt, the cold of the scalpel as it made its incisionâ¦
The memories surged forward, overwhelming his ability to stay composed.
Feeling as if he had been stripped bare, shame washed over him, and his face turned livid with rage.
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